I think it's the pessimism and hatred of your life coming out to play.
Personally, I love my birthday. It's not that the day is anything really too different from any other...it's moreso that, while I'm doing whatever I'm doing, I've got that little feeling in the back of my head that something's neat. It's the night before Christmas feeling...minimized quite a bit. Normally the people I'm around for most of the day have no clue that it's even my birthday, but that doesn't matter much...because, whether they know or not, it is.
In closing, maybe it's just the optimistic and loving of my life coming out to play (although I'm really indifferent to the thing on the whole), but the day of birth is one of those things that I don't see coming every year.
[ February 20, 2004, 12:50 AM: Message edited by: Orgazmo ]
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