I've said it before but must reinforce
that I DON'T "DO" BIRTHDAYS.
Somehow, somewhere long ago I
must have been burned by a cake full
of candles. Isn't life tough enough
without having to be reminded that
the end is near? I prefer to live in
a state of perpetual denial. I believe
it's not how old you are but rather
how young you feel. So please, NO
cards, Facebook posts, or presents.
If you want to celebrate anything,
be happy I'm still alive and kicking.
The above may be the reason that I'm
always the first to forget your birthday.
Marking one's entry date into this mess
simply holds no appeal. Hence I rarely
remember anyone's special day. With
the exception of Frank and our family,
you're probably off my celebratory
radar. Not because you don't matter -
but simply because in my opinion all
birthdays are a waste of precious time.
What matters is making sure that you
know you are loved and appreciated
each and every day of the year!
This means I rarely send birthday
cards, gifts, or flowers. That's not
because I've forgotten but rather
due to the fact that I couldn't care
less. Any omission has absolutely
nothing to do with you. My issue
is celebrating one's birth. After all
a sucker is born every day. So why
limit public blow jobs (candles that
is) to one day alone? In my humble
opinion, every day is should be a
holiday that celebrates YOU! Thus
once is not enough nor should it be.
Everybody loves a party but how
many have fun? Nothing is more
tedious than a gathering of friends
pretending to enjoy themselves.
Forced festivities - especially on
one's day one are better forgotten.
I prefer to have my cake and eat it
ALL THE TIME. Tempus fugit so
why wait to devour those goodies
that you desire? Treat yourself
whenever you like rather than wait
for some lousy card to arrive via
the post. Every day is your day!
Could our need to celebrate be driven
by a secret desire to have our existence
validated? Honestly, while you matter
very much to me, one day or the other
doesn't matter. With all of the best of
intentions I find it necessary to resist
being forced to show how much I care
on one specific date. The best gifts in
life are those we never expect. Random
acts of kindness that surprise, delight,
and deeply satisfy. Hence a casual note,
phone call, or endearing gesture means
so much more when you least expect it.
So before you even think of saying it,
let me first say thank you. Those with
whom I share this journey are among
my life's greatest gifts. Hence I need
nothing more of you than to be there
if and when I need you. While today
marks another milestone towards my
mortality, it's also a reminder of how
blessed I truly am. Maybe that's why
I find all this foolishness beyond silly.
You see, each day I wake up and thank
God for being alive. And if that isn't
enough reason to celebrate... what is?!