I don't get birthdays. Never really have. I mean, sure as a kid I was stoked for presents and shit, but I never really understood the concept. There's no real difference, but for some reason you're supposed to be.
The whole thing is like, "Congratulations, you managed to survive yet another year on this crappy planet with out being killed [and as such are not a retard] or killing yourself [and therefore are], have a party and some presents!!"
I just don't really get it. You don't change. There is no key difference between on the day before my birthday and me on my birthday. Hardly any at all, unless you count digestive changes. [And if you do, there's something seriously wrong with you.]
And I suppose I can sort of get what people are harping over, even if I think it's stupid, but pretty much everyone I talk to about this is like "What?! You're crazy." Even though I have a far stronger argument. Plus you'd think of all people my family would at least realise I think this way by now. But no, every time I forget someones birthday because they really mean nothing to me they get all offended or surprised. I NEARLY FORGOT MY OWN 18TH ENTIRELY, what the fuck makes you think that I'd bother to remember anyone elses birthday??
And every tyime it happens my opinion comes up I'm called crazy. Then they either completely forget that I even have an opinion on the matter or they assume that their accusation of loony meant that I instantly changed my opinion to completely align with theirs. EVEN THOUGH MINE MAKES MORE SENSE.
Well you know what? Fuck birthdays. They mean nothing.
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