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.