| You Ain't Special, Bitch... Fuck Your Birthday!!! | |
| I'm tired of people getting all sad because someone forgot her birthday... Oh fucking well. Get over it or kill yourself trying. Either way the world has one fewer problem. We don't have time in life to remember everyone's birthday. Hell, I barely even remember when mine comes along... This implies your best buddy forgetting to buy you a new scooter with a chime, a light and a whistle is no reason to mope. On the other hand, moping over your best buddy forgetting to buy you a new scooter with a chime and a whistle is certainly a reason to put your head into an automated vice. I don't even know why we celebrate birthdays in the first place... What is the point??? Well... under certain circumstances I suppose it would be appropriate. Circumstances like its your 90th or something like that... something that not a large percentage of people get to experience. But, damn near everyone who has ever lived has had their first through like 30th (rough estimate based on no facts) so they aren't special. Birthday remembering is for immediate Family and significant other and, even for these rare cases it is simply courtesy, not necessity. Its like saying, "Yes, I remember you are still alive and have been good to me lately." Fuck. Why would people celebrate being one year closer to death than they were last year... damn... I still have shit to do, I don't want to celebate death just yet... At least people give me stuff on my birthday... |
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