Thanksgiving, 22 years ago, I came into the world. I don't remember much of it, but I do remember that my parents tell the same story every Thanksgiving about how I was born. I wasn't supposed to be here on Thanksgiving, but that's when I decided I should make my entrance. Here we are years later, and I wish that my baby-self wouldn't have come on a holiday.
I don't have anything to complain about, really. I should want to have my birthday on Thanksgiving. Just think about it, a holiday that everyone looks forward to every year because they get to eat copious amounts of food and be surrounded by family, I should totally want to have my birthday on the same day, right? Wrong. It's just like if I were to have my birthday on Christmas or Valentine's Day or Easter. It gets overshadowed by the bigger named holiday, just like the better option always gets chosen over the lesser known option.
I had a conversation with my mom over this frustration. She luckily shares the same downfall because her birthday is Valentine's Day. Her overshadowing comes every year, I only have to deal with it every six years. It's just weird to have a holiday on your birthday. I don't mean this in any narcissistic way, it's just odd. The day that you think that everyone should pay a little bit more attention to you than normal is quickly put aside to focus on the real holiday at hand. It's a bit discouraging, especially when you're used to having one celebration, but then having it merged with Thanksgiving dinner.
Though my birthday only falls on Thanksgiving every so often, it's quite tolerable, until it happens to be on the same day. However, I don't think I would want it any other way.