Well I've survived yet another 365 days and am now 23 years old......BIG FREAKING DEAL!!!!
Of all the stupid excuses we find to celebrate, why the hell do we celebrate birthdays....ok when you're a kid it's an excuse to eat cake and crap and get a few toys ( not the dirty kind.), maybe some cash, maybe a savings bond to use to celebrate your 21st birthday...I mean pay for college. At 16 you get to drive and 21 you and your friends go out and get wasted without having to use fake IDs..25 you can run for Federal office, 40 you're over the hill, 50 you're really over the hill, and past 75 you're sticking it to the man..for outliving average life expectancy... or you're a member of some royal family and it gives people the day off from work....those those cases it's ok to celebrate...but between 22 and 40 why do we celebrate...is there a point..is all that CO2 I exhaled last year really worth a party, a cake, or chopping down a tree to make a card....I just don't get it.