The Birth-Day Phobia

Yep. I am turning 23 today.
I have unique parents, great brothers, I have professional stability, a degree in Languages, awesome friends and many other things a person at my age would like to have. So, what else would I long for?! Well, today I decided to figure out why I loathe my birthday. Honestly, this is a risky undertaking.
Whenever I picture the scene of my relatives and friends singing the legendary "Happy- Birthday-to-you" song, sipping sodas, devouring appetizers and slicing the cake I get goose bumps. Before you ask me, I have always been like this since I was a little child. I am afraid I have developed a new kind of phobia, the 'birthdayphobia'.
Perhaps the problem is not the ceremony itself but the date. 13 has always been a cabalistic number. However, it has never bothered me. In fact, it is my lucky number. Unlike me, some people may find it awkward. No wonder they keep sending me 'happy birthday' e-mails in advance. If my birthday is on September 13th, why do MOST of my friends send me congratulations on the 12th?! Some would claim they do it because there is a chance they might forget the precise date. I am afraid not. The number 13 is already inserted in people's mind as something that will provide them anything but a piece of luck. Whether there is a conspiracy behind this number or not, I feel I am about to find out.
In some hours my birthday will take place here in my house, everybody will be showing up and I will be 'eagerly' expecting them. I still haven't found what I wrote this text for, and, hopefully, later at night, I will not be taken aback by my own reaction.