Déjà vu

My my, how we have fallen back into old habbits.
Origionally my other personality did not plana to celebrate his birthday on the 11th.
It only registered about a week ago that his birthday was not so far away.
Monday night he text two people with the following:
“Hey do you fancy travelling down to Farnham on friday (my birthday) to see Furthest Drive Home, tickets are £6 + train.
To this there came…no reply. Common descency dictates when you are offered something you should either accept or deline, it’s polite to at least tell inform the offerer if you are unable to attend. I could understand a text back saying ‘Not interested’, even the ever popular ‘Haha wouldn’t even waste £6 on that band’. But to have no reply at al is just rude.
So, by wednesday having recieved no reply, while talking to a close friend the idea of a arty came up. Close friend ‘A‘ suggested a partay like my first personality does often hold with friends of old from the days of school. Friend ‘A‘ proceeded to invite the generally accepted crowd that are usually invited to said party. Now, three (‘A‘, ‘B‘ and ‘C‘) gave a definite ‘I’ll be there’ and one gave a ‘I might be doing something else but I’ll try and be there’.
I’m not one to take a literal sense of life but when you have three promised confirmations you tend to begin to organise and order certain things for a night of such caliber. You tend to prepare.
On the day I find out from through friends that ‘C‘ could no longer make it. How nice of him to have contacted me and let me know.
An hour before people are due to arrive, two more cancellations with the line ‘Sorry can’t come tonight’.
Leaving me in the dust somewhat.

A birthday you would like to think is an ocassion to be celebrated. I had no hopes of doing anything in the first place, but for someone to set something up and then for all to cancel at the last minute, that is a true insult. Especially today of all days.

I remember a time when this behaviour was frequent. I thought people had grown out of it and into manners and common sense, apparently not. I wouldnt have minded but, after this, it makes me sad I’m spending my birthday alone. It’s something I wouldn’t wish on my worst enemy.
This day used to mean something to someone.