Friday, November 25, 2011
I feel so lousy missing everyone's birthdays.
I do know this date is your birth-date, I do!
But it's sorta like buried in my subconsciousness. I lose track of time, call it the influence of the army, the Doctor or whatever you like imagining it to be but such affliction is hitting me quite hard. In the face.
I feel really lousy. It's like someone erased the term 'birthday' from my vocabulary.
It's just now when I think back do I realise how many I've missed.
All of them, sorta.
Even my mum's.
I've never thought much of birthdays. But I realise it may mean something to someone. To give some affirmation that people do actually remember you. And it makes me seem superficial now that I've missed a couple of 'em.
It's like my catchphrase saying that it's just another day closer to impending death.
And really, whoever invented birthdays is just some loser.
Making it universal in a sorta way in an attempt to make everyone feel that little bit special since it is 'YOUR' day.
And to the creator of birthdays again, you suck. Have you ever thought that people will compare this birthday to the pasts and to-be?
Conclusion, fuck birthdays. (Not literally, and not that I mean to offend but seriously the whole concept is just screwed)
Thursday, November 17, 2011
What do we live for?
Do I live for my future or do I live to correct my past?
These are not the case.
I live not because I want to live; but because I don't want to not live yet.