On a Disclosure

Each of us have our share of personal quirks, so it’s time for me to come clean on one – and it’s a contradiction.

In some ways I like secrets. Such as, my wife and I are on the phone (she’s at work) and she asks, “What’s for dinner?”, and I typically answer, “It’s a surprise/secret!”

I’m also one who doesn’t commonly disclose my birthday. For instance, years ago our department chair was passing around a list for us to sign, and I entered December 7, 1941. Because President FDR called it The day that will live in infamy, so hey, that was fitting in my eyes. When that day rolled around, a colleague came to wishing me a happy birthday, and of course I truthfully denied it – which she didn’t  believe, thus pledged not to tell anyone.

Back to the contradictions. As I keep my birthday close to the vest, I’m also one who gets down a little when people close to me who know my birthday either forget or greet me early. As my wife will tell you, if we go out to dinner for my birthday, it must be on my birthday; otherwise it will have much less significance. Yep, birthday wishes/calls should be on my birthday, not early and not late – well, except under special circumstances

No, today is not my birthday, but before my month ends, I need to have a birthday post. Maybe someday I will get past my quirk, but it won’t be in 2012. Besides, I will do a post about 59 sometime during the year. So, in the spirit of the contradiction and full disclosure, here I am!