Birthdays are so weird. Have you ever thought about that? I don't know, like today it's my friend Sophie's birthday, (HAPPY BIRTHDAY SOPHIZZLE!!) and I just got to thinking about the actual thought behind someones birthday. If you think about it, the "birthed" didn't actually do any work. It's not like they were the ones who had to do all the pushing, or sit there and watch it all happen with a look of pure horror in their eyes- yeah, men. You have it easy... don't complain. - they just... popped out! I guess the conclusion that I've come to about birthday's is that it's really not like gratification for how many years you've actually been in existence, (unless you hit like the 90s and the hundreds... then people are just struck with pure awe that you're still pumpin' blood through those old veins!) it's more like the one day out of every 365 where you get a little praise for just being "you". I know that probably sounds super cheesy... well, that's because it is. But still, I guess what I'm saying is that I don't think anybody really looks forward to their birthday because they're "just so excited to manifest in the 16 years to have experienced the emotional roller-coaster and physical obstacles of life!" although I'm sure that's definitely an important point of it. I think people are more focused toward the attention they get from other people. The positive attention. Because nobody is mean to someone on their birthday. If they are, they're either soulless creatures who live under rocks, or invisible leprechauns. Like, oh my gosh.. traumatic and life-scarring story example time!!! Gather around children! *Fastens wire-rimmed glasses on tip of nose and begins to read from a dusty story book* In 5th grade, I woke up one birthday morning and, as I had gotten in a fight with my mom the night before, there was no card or balloon waiting for me at my breakfast plate like past years! To make matters worse, when I got to school, I didn't see a cute little note in my lunch-box from any of my brothers, mom or dad, and nobody said happy birthday to me! So when some random 5th grade teacher said, "happy birthday Allison!" in the hallway, I burst into tears, because (in the hype of my tear-stunted 5th grade rationale,) I was thinking "that's so terrible.. my family and friends don't even care about me... only some random teacher man cares about me enough to offer a feeble 'happy birthday'". (Later I found out my mom actually did plant a card in my backpack, and my day brightened from there.) Anyway, moral of the story was that I didn't actually care about turning 10, or 11 or however old you turn when you're at the insignificant grade of 5, I really only cared about the attention of people. Oh, and that everyone should be nice to the birthday boy or girl... because that is what is acceptable in society. 'Tis true. Hahaha, I just went back and reread everything in this blog... I think I need sleep. This is the epitome if bull crap tied together with a bow in an attempt to look slightly presentable. Whatever, there are my thoughts on birthdays... which by the way, I don't intend to mean as dig to anyone who engages in normal birthday festivities or anything.. more just as shedding light on a new perspective of them. Mmmm...... all this talk of birthdays has really got me a craving for cake.... *licks lips as starts towards the door, mentally locating where the nearest batch of 'cake and bake' is*..
Tuesday, December 14, 2010
Feliz Cumpleanos.
Birthdays are so weird. Have you ever thought about that? I don't know, like today it's my friend Sophie's birthday, (HAPPY BIRTHDAY SOPHIZZLE!!) and I just got to thinking about the actual thought behind someones birthday. If you think about it, the "birthed" didn't actually do any work. It's not like they were the ones who had to do all the pushing, or sit there and watch it all happen with a look of pure horror in their eyes- yeah, men. You have it easy... don't complain. - they just... popped out! I guess the conclusion that I've come to about birthday's is that it's really not like gratification for how many years you've actually been in existence, (unless you hit like the 90s and the hundreds... then people are just struck with pure awe that you're still pumpin' blood through those old veins!) it's more like the one day out of every 365 where you get a little praise for just being "you". I know that probably sounds super cheesy... well, that's because it is. But still, I guess what I'm saying is that I don't think anybody really looks forward to their birthday because they're "just so excited to manifest in the 16 years to have experienced the emotional roller-coaster and physical obstacles of life!" although I'm sure that's definitely an important point of it. I think people are more focused toward the attention they get from other people. The positive attention. Because nobody is mean to someone on their birthday. If they are, they're either soulless creatures who live under rocks, or invisible leprechauns. Like, oh my gosh.. traumatic and life-scarring story example time!!! Gather around children! *Fastens wire-rimmed glasses on tip of nose and begins to read from a dusty story book* In 5th grade, I woke up one birthday morning and, as I had gotten in a fight with my mom the night before, there was no card or balloon waiting for me at my breakfast plate like past years! To make matters worse, when I got to school, I didn't see a cute little note in my lunch-box from any of my brothers, mom or dad, and nobody said happy birthday to me! So when some random 5th grade teacher said, "happy birthday Allison!" in the hallway, I burst into tears, because (in the hype of my tear-stunted 5th grade rationale,) I was thinking "that's so terrible.. my family and friends don't even care about me... only some random teacher man cares about me enough to offer a feeble 'happy birthday'". (Later I found out my mom actually did plant a card in my backpack, and my day brightened from there.) Anyway, moral of the story was that I didn't actually care about turning 10, or 11 or however old you turn when you're at the insignificant grade of 5, I really only cared about the attention of people. Oh, and that everyone should be nice to the birthday boy or girl... because that is what is acceptable in society. 'Tis true. Hahaha, I just went back and reread everything in this blog... I think I need sleep. This is the epitome if bull crap tied together with a bow in an attempt to look slightly presentable. Whatever, there are my thoughts on birthdays... which by the way, I don't intend to mean as dig to anyone who engages in normal birthday festivities or anything.. more just as shedding light on a new perspective of them. Mmmm...... all this talk of birthdays has really got me a craving for cake.... *licks lips as starts towards the door, mentally locating where the nearest batch of 'cake and bake' is*..
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