It's my birthday. A day i generally loathe. Probably because i'm uncomfortable talking about things that bear no special meaning. Everyone has a birthday. And i did absolutely nothing that 6 billion other people did. My Mom did all the work. Shouldn't i be celebrating the massive amount of pain and suffering she endured.
It wasn't like i crawled out the birth canal on my own. She did the pushing. And yet you're supposed to celebrate the day you basically did nothing other than not get stuck on the way out.
Happy Birthday = Congratulations on not fucking up nature's most basic premise.
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