Is it just me, or does the urge to die feel stronger on the day that you were born? Like it would be some sort of poetic justice to die on the anniversary of the day you came into this world. If anything, it feels like my birthday should be the most average day as opposed to some special day. Why celebrate something that won’t matter once you’re gone. I don’t quite understand the logic no matter how I look at it.
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Birthday is the day that all the shit in life was guaranteed to start. Whoopee!
I also find birthdays to be one of the most depressing days. For my entire life, I have watched other people be treated a bit special on their birthday. Me, I was never treated to anything special on my birthday. It was just another day of work and if I did get a gift it was usually something like floor mats for my old broken down car. We were dirt poor when I was a kid, so nothing was ever really special about holidays or birthdays. I figured maybe someday I would be lucky enough to have someone care enough to do something special for me on my birthday. All the other girls had boyfriends who would treat them nicely. Me… I never had a boyfriend so no luck there at all. Finally, after 40 years I had my first date and got married a couple years later to someone who doesn’t give a damn about my birthday or any other “personal” holidays claiming it is against his cult crap religion (that he did not have when I married him). So, every year on my birthday it is just another day and I just get horribly depressed. I know not to expect anything but for some reason I still want to expect someone to care.