Crappy Birthday!
It finally came.
Im officially two decades and six years aimlessly living this life. But who cares anyway? I am but a tiny spec amongst shining stars. Yes i feel down. Yet I feel compelled to celebrate a day that I never had anything to do, besides coming out of my mother's womb and crying at the top of my lungs "Put me back in!" Im an ingrate.
So what's so special about birthdays anyway? Who invented such celebration? Is this some sort of commercial conspiracy between Hallmark and Goldilocks? Why should people give gifts to the celebrant?
Months ago, I resolved not to celebrate in any form. Secede from people and hide from the pressures of modern birthday celebrations. I thought I could, but the pressure was uncontainable. Fuck you world! You may have won the battle, but the war isn't over. The day is yet to unfold.
I may be compelled to buy a cake, but you will never push me into buying those cute and colorful layered cakes with action figures and marshamallow icing. Well, maybe one or two layers wont hurt. And dont forget the marshmallow icing, some more please.
Slowly, the sun rises as if trying to annoy me with it's "sunny birthday" greeting. And the world just wont stop. Greetings are pouring in. Well from people who matter to me at least.
And then, I begin to wonder. Why do i deprive myself of the good things that come with this yearly commercial trickery? Hmmmm. Perhaps I can turn this thing around. Perhaps I could charge a peso for every person who greets me a happy birthday? Perhaps I could slice my sweet cake and sell them at 10 a piece? Errr... wrong idea. Perhaps my loved ones would like to have a slice each? Not just of my cake but also of my usual cheerful self. I wonder what food they'd love me to cook for them?
No no no! the birthday bug is already catching up to me. Im slowly showing weakness as I tend to grin at every greeting that I receive. My mobile is busier than ever. There are people who care. And I was proven wrong. The tiny spec is at the center of the universe. All telescopes are on me. Its my birthday!
I love you world! I surrender to what you have to offer me today. Thank you for the warm sunny sky. Thank you for the people who love me.
Im officially two decades and six years aimlessly living this life. But who cares anyway? I am but a tiny spec amongst shining stars. Yes i feel down. Yet I feel compelled to celebrate a day that I never had anything to do, besides coming out of my mother's womb and crying at the top of my lungs "Put me back in!" Im an ingrate.
So what's so special about birthdays anyway? Who invented such celebration? Is this some sort of commercial conspiracy between Hallmark and Goldilocks? Why should people give gifts to the celebrant?
Months ago, I resolved not to celebrate in any form. Secede from people and hide from the pressures of modern birthday celebrations. I thought I could, but the pressure was uncontainable. Fuck you world! You may have won the battle, but the war isn't over. The day is yet to unfold.
I may be compelled to buy a cake, but you will never push me into buying those cute and colorful layered cakes with action figures and marshamallow icing. Well, maybe one or two layers wont hurt. And dont forget the marshmallow icing, some more please.
Slowly, the sun rises as if trying to annoy me with it's "sunny birthday" greeting. And the world just wont stop. Greetings are pouring in. Well from people who matter to me at least.
And then, I begin to wonder. Why do i deprive myself of the good things that come with this yearly commercial trickery? Hmmmm. Perhaps I can turn this thing around. Perhaps I could charge a peso for every person who greets me a happy birthday? Perhaps I could slice my sweet cake and sell them at 10 a piece? Errr... wrong idea. Perhaps my loved ones would like to have a slice each? Not just of my cake but also of my usual cheerful self. I wonder what food they'd love me to cook for them?
No no no! the birthday bug is already catching up to me. Im slowly showing weakness as I tend to grin at every greeting that I receive. My mobile is busier than ever. There are people who care. And I was proven wrong. The tiny spec is at the center of the universe. All telescopes are on me. Its my birthday!
I love you world! I surrender to what you have to offer me today. Thank you for the warm sunny sky. Thank you for the people who love me.