If only i wasn’t so stressed, so worried. Becoming Eighteen is a big deal. but for me, a party is not going to happen. Sure, i wanted to hang with all my friends and have a ton of fun, but the wolf of a mother shot me down from that idea. The mother is applying for a job so she is mega stressed and cant deal with me being old right now. I wish i was a single cell organism. Weird right? i could just be floating around, doing whatever single cell organisms do. Hoping maybe one day the world will help me evolve. But that is a worthless wish. I am Human. made up of million cells that are made of cells themselves, right?
Lately ive been thinking about why birthdays exist. OK maybe not exist, more like celebrated. Why does it matter that i have lived nearly 18 hopeless, loveless years? Because humans always have to know. We are greedy for knowledge and wealth, spoiled, dangerous beings who just keep taking and keep trying to figure out why we are here. maybe birthdays are just to mark the time we’ve been on earth. Sure, sounds great right? Every one else believes that So why shouldn’t I. Because i am a skeptic. My thoughts on birthdays? Its the measure of how strong your body is. If you live til your 50 your body was okay, maybe a tad weak. if you live til you are 108, you have a strong body. Oh and tragic accidents don’t count. If i sound like I’m being rude, i am sorry. its just how i think. My birthday will be a reminder to me about how much pain you can cause in 18 years. And how the next 18 may be better. I’m wishing for my birthday wish that i will find strength in myself this year and get stronger in the years to come.