They are such bullshit. Every person in the whole fucking overpopulated world has a birthday. There’s nothing special. If you want to celebrate a notch up in you age spare the rest of us. Birthday celebrations are some stupid reason for people with sorry lives to feel entitled.
Well loser, we may go along with your need for attention one day a year but the vast majority of us don’t give a flying shit. Feel good for a day. Good for you, you are getting nearer to death. is that something to celebrate? Get drunk or whatever. Don’t make the rest of us feel like we owe you something special. You are not any more special than anybody else on this planet.
If you want to have a party, have a party. Throw it for your friends and pay for it. That’s a good thing. We don’t owe you gifts for being born. It happened to everybody. The world is not about the sorry day you graced us with you presence.
I haven’t celebrated a birthday since I was 20. For the past 36 years I’ve observed it with black moods, snapping at people, and drinking to excess. I’ll probably hang myself on one eventually.
I don’t want no fucking invitation and loathe one when I get one. I’ll buy myself my shit, you buy yourself your shit. If you want to party then throw one, pay for it ,and maybe I’ll show up if it’s convenient.
At my workplace, the person whose birthday it is is expected to provide treats. If they’re not going to provide treats, they’re expected to keep quiet about their birthday.
People at work who tried to do things for me on my birthday very quickly learned not to do things for me on my birthday.
On the other hand, during my ten years working for a food cooperative, I would steal a few hours of my labor on a birthday, cull unsaleable vegetables from displays, and prepare a vegan meal for my co-workers.
I heartily endorse this pitting. I have never endorsed a pitting, let alone heartily endorsed one before.
Young (& presumably wants more), Old (& presumably doesn’t), rich or poor, happy or sad, we all get the same number of them per year. There’s nothing you can do to make them come quicker or slower. You even share “your” special day with roughly 1/365¼ of the world’s population, which ::does math:: is a lot of fuckin’ people.
I did, at some point in the past ask Unka Cecil to do a column about why we celebrate birthdays but in hasn’t made enough earth revolutions to make it to the top of the pile yet. Maybe this pitting can do something to resurrect that email from the presumably ¾-empty bag of Cheetos it’s probably buried under.
I don’t care for birthday celebrations and really don’t care for people wishing me a happy birthday. The only birthday wishes that mean a whole lot to me are from my niece and nephew.
I keep my birthday private on Facebook also. Btw, at what age should one stop having a birthday party or celebration? I recently went to a coworker’s 35th. It was more a get-together than anything else.
It’s hard for me to avoid celebrating my birthday, since it’s also my husband’s birthday and our wedding anniversary. One multiple-purpose celebration is the way to go.
That’s a stupid, asshole comment. I knew someone would say that. I don’t give a shit. I really don’t give a flying fuck about my birthday. I’ve had too many. I wish they would stop.