Consider what you're celebrating. Its celebrating the fact that the person survived one orbit around the sun. So what? Why not celebrate each lunar cycle? Or each sunrise? Happy Birthday! You're 14,510 days old!!! Alright! It's the big 1451-oh!
Back in the Good Old Days when infant mortality rates were ridiculously high I can understand being enthusiastic about your bundle of joy making to a year, two years even three years of age. These days, however, other than when there are serious health issues from birth, most children survive childhood. Surviving is a non-event. Why celebrate it? Because you want to make the person feel loved and good about themselves? One day a year? That's it? What about the other 364 days? You don't give a shit do you? So the Birthday is just the one day a year you pretend to give a shit about someone so you won't feel bad about not giving a shit the rest of the year. Birthday celebrations are your penance for being an asshole. That's why I don't let people celebrate my birthday. I'm not letting you off the hook for being an asshole the rest of the year. Fuck you.
On the other hand, I too am an asshole. I don't celebrate other people's birthdays. I don't give a shit and I don't care if you know it. Have a happy birthday. Or don't. I don't really care. I do care if you have a good day the other 364 days - but on your birthday, well, you're on your own. It's a stupid thing to celebrate something that will happen whether you put any effort into or not.
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