Before I start ... Damn.
Haven't written on this side of the blog for like half a year now - time flies, and the more you think things haven't changed is the more they do. Need to do my best to get at least a post a week on this though.
Enough sidetracking.
So I turn 20 in like ... 3, now 2 minutes and the question that's been bugging me is 'why do we even celebrate birthdays?' I mean, why celebrate the day you emerged headfirst from your mother's vagina? (No disrespect to your mother, or her vagina, I'm sure they're both wonderful). We've essentially built up entire industries predicated on the fact that you should feel some sense of achievement on surviving to see the same date for another year (wait ...there is SOME sense to that) ... (wait... Isn't that what all holidays are predicated on?)
But, I digress.
Notwithstanding the fact that I've used predicated in the same paragraph twice or the fact that I actually used the word notwithstanding (damn my short attention span), there is more to the fact that I don't (usually) celebrate (my own) birthday. It honestly embarrasses me that people will go out of their way to make me feel special for one day out of the year, and the day isn't even of my choosing. If my parents had decided that they weren't in the mood the very night I was conceived I would probably be writing this rant either one or a few days earlier or later.
Furthermore, why don't we focus on making the ones we care about feel special about themselves ALL THE TIME? Instead of on occasions such as birthdays?
Now for the hypocrisy.
By the time you read this I will either be asleep, in class, or stuffing my face with birthday cake because ... well ... I love cake. So whether you celebrate birthdays or not, the world's your oyster. Try to make every day memorable... Not just your birthday/buss-outta-pum-pum-day/earthstrong
