So I say this every year, but this birthday is super important to me so by god I will enjoy myself. No bullshit drama, no illness, no lack of celebration. And goddamnit I WILL have birthday sex this year! I've gone too many years without it... I'm on a fucking mission, so everyone has been forewarned.
It seems that every year my birthday comes around and something bad happens. I'm not even going to get into it or list the issues and sit here and make myself some cry baby soup. It's just an acknowledgement of fact. The best birthday I can recall would have been my 17th... there were balloons, HAPPY BIRTHDAY's written on windshields, and the sweetest surprise party every. So yeah. That will have been 10 years ago this year.
Sad, no?
I'm just gonna go ahead and throw out there that this birthday scares the hell out of me. It's more significant to me than my 30th birthday will be, I think. Because I always figured I'd be dead by now due to my lifestyle choices. To be honest, the next year kinda freaks me out too. I have a whole year of being 27 to get through. I always said that if I managed to live this long and wasn't happy with the direction my life was taking that I would just stop what I was doing and change it. Fortunately for me, this has already happened. I'm content with the direction I'm heading. Mind you, I'm not super pumped about how I have to live my life at the moment, but it's temporary. A stepping stone, if you will. So I will be goddamned if I allow myself to have another bad birthday.
I believe birthdays are important and should be significant to everyone. It's the one day out of the year that's supposed to be all about you. I'm not generally that kind of person, I don't like the attention. If you pay attention to me, groovy, but I'll not fight for it. Which echoes my sentiments regarding relationships and dating. You either want to be with me or you don't. Just be fucking honest and upfront about it.
Anyway.
Living in a Facebook McWalmart world threatens our individuality by encouraging us to accept our inevitable fate of living as sheeple.. We isolate ourselves and rely on robots to fulfill our desires. It's not "I'll call you or drop you a line" anymore. It's "Text me or Facebook me".
I mean Facebook is even it's own action verb now for fuck's sake.
fuck.
Even the people who try and be different or alternative are unique, just like everybody else. The thing is, each and everyone of you is fucking awesome. You were born that way, so fucking embrace it. There are no two snowflakes that are identical and the same can be said about humans. But our society encourages conformity. Conform to being normal. Conform to being different. Conform to being a stoner. Conform to being an alcoholic. Conform to being a Jesus freak. We put ourselves into these tidy little cubby holes and find ourselves out of our comfort zone when moved to a different one.
So why not take a day and celebrate the day that you came into this world, that your individuality was born. Some people have a tendency to downplay it as just another day. See that's how I feel about Christmas; I attach no meaning to it so it doesn't do much for me. In my opinion it's just another corporate holiday that guilt trips people into wasting money that they don't have on fucking *STUFF. It's just stuff, you can always get more stuff. Why work so hard for that dollar to blow it on someone who probably won't enjoy what you got them? Now I understand practical gifts... like I got socks, pajamas, and a new computer. Those are not just knick knacks (world's stupidest presents, btw. don't buy them for me. I only like knick knacks that were handmade by my friends. I don't need more stupid shit, I already have too much) Christmas isn't special. It isn't about the religious experience or the shared family time, it's about money, money, money. (And stuff, of course.) We feed the corporate hog when we buy into the whole holiday *shopping frenzy. They sit back in their offices and laugh at us stupid average Joe's who scramble out to buy poorly manufactured junk that will be obsolete in a year. And what does that do? That makes us go out and spend another $500 on another piece of poorly manufactured junk. This makes us feel important and trendy, as we are "keeping up with the times". Or the Joneses, depending on how you see it.
And the family time... don't even get me started on that bullshit. I'm an observer, I watch people... it's just what I do. Spending time with my families (however limited) showed me that even when we are surrounded by people we love we still aren't actually interacting with them. No one has real conversations anymore without pulling out their phones. Which I find vastly entertaining. We'd rather talk to people through a robot box than interact with our loved ones who are standing right in front us. Loved ones that we probably only see but the one or two times a year. We text the guy/girl we're currently fucking whom we see every day and speak half sentences with no eye contact to our cousin. And the thing is the recipient of aforementioned text is doing the same thing to their families.
Well shit... I started this entry about how I want to have a kick ass birthday and how everyone should see their birthdays as a day to celebrate themselves and their loved ones should celebrate them too... and I ended up going on a rant about "the man".
Oh well.
USE YOUR THINK BOX--
STOP BEING COMPLACENT
*I sincerely suggest watching these videos, George Carlin is a fucking genius.
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