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The Icon of Enlightenment
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3:36 p.m. - 2008-03-26 I asked the wife for a party this year. We have never had such a party before. She's terrified of having a party and everyone not thinking it's perfect - or something like that. The mere thought of throwing a party for 30 people is sending her into dizzying fits of anxiety. Wow. Just what I always wanted. The most unpleasant of times for two months while she won't plan the party because she's so afraid of it. I know that I'm not helping here. I know that the reasons I hate birthday parties are that, a) I rarely had one growing up, and b) the parties I did have were so excrutiatingly painful for what they were and what they weren't that I really don't like the thought of a birthday party for me. Last b-day party I had while living at home was my 11th. I don't remember having a 10th or 9th, or 8th... You get the idea. I do remember a 6th birthday party only because there are pictures of it.
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