This year holds the twenty-sixth anniversary of the day of my birth or, as those who continue to ignore common rules of language call it, my twenty-sixth birthday. It's not a birthday. A birthday is the day of your birth. You are not born every year, you have an anniversary of that day. Anyway, more to the point of this bit of babble: This year's anniversary of my birth will be the last time I acknowledge any difference between this date and any other because it is, after all, just another day.
Those to whom the date has a significant meaning other than "lolomgbirthday" are welcome to ccontinue to celebrate the day to themselves if they so desire, but I am requesting that I receive no special treatment such as birthday song phone calls or cards and other such gestures after 11:59:59 PM April 13, 2011. I am in no way expressing a lack of gratitude for such things in the past; I simply feel that there are more worthwhile things to spend your time on other than the anniversary of my arrival in this world, especially since this world seems to be so keen on being so far from my reach. Since earlier years, the magic of birthdays has been lost to me. I never liked being the center of attention among those I wasn't completely (or at all) acquainted with. I can't remember the last birthaversary I had where the day was somehow magically better or more fun just because so many years ago on that date, I was born.
Because I greatly appreciate all the efforts and gifts given in honor of the occasion (because I did enjoy and love them at the time), I hope the generosity of those people is paid back a thousand times over. When I look at the situation and realize that these people put time and effort that could have gone to something to better their lives but instead they chose to donate that time and effort (and money) toward the happiness of another person, I have the greatest appreciation, but also the regrets that because of me, these people used resources that could have actually benefitted them on me. I am not that important. I'm just another ordinary person among the masses of ordinary people. And this day is just another ordinary day among the 364 others like it, plus that outcast 366th day every four years. It's just another day. Just like February 29, July 4, December 25 and September 11, they're all just another day. As long as time marches on, things will happen. Don't attach significance to a date because something happened. Something happens all the time. Something's happening right now. And now. And now. Now all those things are in the past and we can move on.
Coming up next: a man eats his dinner and washes his plate. Join us in our celebration of Octember 392. Stay tuned.
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