I don’t like celebrating my birthday. I can get pretty grumpy about it and just want to be left well alone.
Last year, the “birthday committee” at work sent out a broadcast email on my birthday. They send one out for everyone but I had asked that they not for me. It went out and a lot of people responded. Thinking back, I was a bit of an ass to reply with something like, “Thank you but I really don’t like celebrating my birthday.”
That has nothing to do with a birthday cake, however. I must’ve gotten myself a slice of carrot cake from the Rabba, which is an upgraded convenience store, nearest me and eaten it. That was more than enough for me on my birthday. I wasn’t going to bother about a candle.