Inspiration Comes From Anywhere

I was­n’t real­ly plan­ning on writ­ing any­thing today, but I sud­den­ly have an urge to express myself.

Dina gave me a bot­tle of Godet, and a Russian nov­el for my birth­day. She was the only per­son not relat­ed to me to buy me some­thing. It made me hap­py. Pita asked me why I’ve changed in my opin­ion of birth­days. I explained to him that it has­n’t; I just hate it when peo­ple feel forced to buy me some­thing, which is exact­ly what hap­pens when you live in res­i­dence. I’m at a com­fort­able point now where no one feels forced to get me some­thing, they can just do it if they please. I don’t real­ly rec­og­nize the birth­day tra­di­tion any­way. I’ve always believed that one should give a gift when one wants, not at a set time every year.

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