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Monday, January 08, 2007

Take My Birthday And Shove It

So what if I don’t like to celebrate my birthday?

Who cares?

I'm not telling you not to celebrate yours. I'm not shitting on your "day" am I? So don’t shit on
mine.

I know this one queer, who thinks that just because its his birthday, he can do and ask whatever
the fuck he wants.

"I love my birthday. I can do whatever the fuck I want." -Some Queer.

See?

That’s lame to me.

Who the fuck are you that this one day is special, and I have to suddenly lick your balls? How’s about you kiss my ass and we call it even?

So, every year my birthday comes around, and every year I tell people in my life that I don’t want to do anything. I know what your thinking Asswipe.

I do.

"Oh, you're one of THOSE. You're the type that says he doesn’t want to do anything, and then is all mad that no one even said Happy Birthday to you huh?" -Some Asswipe

No you dick.

If you wish me happy birthday I will return this with a solid and honest "Thank you". I appreciate that you took the time to say something like this. You didn’t have to at all. You also didn’t have to get me a card, or give me anything but you did and it means a lot to me.

BUT! I don’t expect it, nor do I really want it. Is there something wrong with that? I don’t walk around every year with a rain cloud over my head, I don’t get all bitchy and I don’t make your life miserable so I have someone to be miserable with.

I just like to be left alone.

That’s it.

I am happy when I am alone.

I enjoy the silence. I enjoy being able to sit and think. Just think. Look at my life; look at how far I have come. I am still alive, and have an amazing little girl, I own an Xbox 360. Hell, all is right with the world.

No, its not.

Because for some reason people insist that how I spend my birthday is fucking lame. Well, fuck you too.

I ask for the same thing every year.

"What do you want for your birthday" -Friend/Family

"Nothing really, but a video game would be cool or just a gift card to get one." -Me.

THAT’S ALL FOLKS!

How easy is that? I either want something I will use and enjoy for some number of months or get this…

FUCKING YEARS (an example is I bought a copy of a little game called Halo 2 well over a year ago, and because of the wonders of the internet I play it at least once a week. I’d say I’ve been enjoying that little gem and getting my money back for it wouldn’t you?)

Or a gift card, by asking for this gift card, it’s like saying...
"Hell, a few bucks toward something that interests me would be great, and you don’t even have to waste your time on me. This way, I get what I want, and you get to go back to your life and have a good time!” -Me Again.

I can only think of a couple of reasons why one would have the nerve to say that this is lame.

1-You are one of these people who have always been babied on your birthday, and the people in your life have also made it a point to bitch and point out that "It’s my birthday so I get what I want".

2-My saying that I don’t really care for birthdays must really bother you and make you think that I don’t care about yours either which, to be honest, is just not the case.

3-You are retarded.

Maybe it’s because I grew up poor. I grew up with so little cash that by the time I was 10 I knew not to make a big deal about my birthday.

My mother suffered a freaking tumor in her back by this time; my sister was running around fucking up the world at the tender age of 13. My parents were split. I was bouncing between Mom and Dad. We were moving twice a year and I had no friends. I learned that the little things that I got were a blessing. I learned to be grateful even if I had nothing because some people have even less than that. I had my family (or what was left of it) and that’s something to be happy about. The rest is trivial. No one ever told me all of this; I found this all out along the way.

How is there something wrong with that?