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Today was my father’s 60th birthday. Every year, for every birthday or holiday, it’s the same thing. “I don’t want a birthday! Don’t get me anything! I’m not going!” In the end he always ends up going, even after all his yelling and pouting–and he usually ends up enjoying himself! I’d be worried if he didn’t do it.
At least he’s consistent.
My whole family is full of consistent people–sometimes that’s good, sometimes that’s bad. Good for reliability, bad for any life changes. At least we always know what to expect with each other!