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I forget my birthday every year.
around age 15 I stoppped giving a fuck about birthdays. just an arbitrary number. birthdays are truly for one's parents and family, who remember when you were born, when you arrived in their lives.
but for people to get hung up celebrating their own birthdays has always seemed stupid to me. It is for others to celebrate that you exist.
that's just me though.
my g/f gets on my ass about it.
I will turn 36 in august. whoop whooop. meaningless number.
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