[Someone on FB recently requested my birthdate for their calendar. I started writing this, but did not send it. I cut it and pasted it here for my future amusement. I sent a much shorter and less morbid two-line message to him.]
Thank you for your recent request to record my date of birth. Apparently, i've not told you i am not normal. My DOB is nothing to be remembered nor celebrated.
I do not. I'd much rather forget it. Yet, somehow, someone always brings it up. I hate it. I am always depressed and very nasty around that time (if i remember it). It brings me sorrow. Sorrow that i was even born (i know a few who will agree with me on that!) I hate humans. On the other hand, as long as i am too cowardly to take my own life, i will extend kindness and friendship to, well, my friends (and some of my family). I'll try to make the best of life, even though i hope it ends very soon. I can wear a smile but it is but a mask. A mask hiding the deep hatred for life and the human race. I am also very found of whisky and vodka. So that helps too.
Oh, don't get me wrong, i can have fun. I enjoy many things in life: your birthday, good friends, good whisky, good music, some of my family, a winning Dodger game, the sweet actions of an as yet innocent child, birds, bees, "the birds and the bees" (wink-wink), the tree leaves blowing in an autumn breeze, the waves of blue crashing on sand of white et cetera. It is humans who ruin everything. I should've been born an eagle or maybe a redwood.
Ha! both currently being killed by humans...well, whadya know bout that?!!
Fuck everything and everyone!
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