Luckily everyday I get closer to death
Luckily everyday I get closer to death
I don’t tell my coworkers my birthday because everyone makes a big deal out of it, or celebrates it.
But for me, I can no longer shake the thought of “goddamn, should I celebrate because I survived one more year, or celebrate because the likelihood of death has come that much closer.”
So it kind of makes me in a twisted mood on my birthday where I’d rather just like to eat and play video games uninterrupted. My first birthday being single is coming up so I don’t even get to do the usual joke to my ex “what no birthday blowjob?”
I don’t like birthdays. As a kid they were awesome until my dad decided those candles that don’t go out would be funny on my 13th. After that I realized birthday’s are just a stupid way of gauging our physical and mental capabilities. 20 years later and it feels the same
This video by Kurzgesagt sorta changed my outlook on that exact feeling. Looking back things tend to be less dire and we process that as things being continually worse when it’s more of a case of rosy retrospection.
They’ll either kill me or experiment on me
Worse.
They’ll read you their awful poetry.
First you think everyone is doing a horrible job running things.
Then suddenly you realize their goal was never to make the world better for you, and they’re doing a great job running things to achieve their goals