34 Years on This Planet

Sometimes I feel a bit jealous of people who genuinely care about their anniversaries because I can’t bring myself to give a single fuck, and it seems to get worse every year.

Maybe it’s just what I’ve observed. In reality, fewer people care as much as they appear to. Social theatre.

I can’t imagine dealing with the hassle of organizing BD parties, ensuring everything runs smoothly, blah blah blah.

Come on, folks, we are ageing continuously, a single day doesn't contribute a fraction more than any other of the 365 days!

Anyway. Happy birthday to me. I don’t care too much.