I do not like to acknowledge my birthday. I like to think that it's just another day of the year. I appreciate the thought behind gifts and people saying "Happy Birthday," but just because I appreciate it doesn't mean I like it. If it helps, pretend that it really pisses me off. It doesn't, but pretend that it does.

People've been asking me when my birthday is because they know it's in September, but they can't remember the actual date. I refuse to tell them because I'd much rather they didn't do anything for my birthday.

My parent's bought me a cake today. My dad told me "Happy birthday" and I responded by informing him that it wasn't my birthday. He told me he was saying it early in case I was in a bad mood tomorrow or he didn't get to see me. To that I replied that tomorrow wasn't my birthday either and left the room. My mom asked my dad what I said and he told her I said it wasn't my birthday and she adopts this haughty tone as if she's accusing me of lying and yells at me "Then when is your birthday?!!" As if there were no other day of the year that could possibly be my birthday.

A few months ago, my dad was under the impression that I was turning 18 this year.

This stuff doesn't just apply to my birthday. I just don't like receiving presents in general. I don't like drawing attention to myself.

And the real reason that I do not enjoy celebrating my birthday or acknowledging its existence is because it doesn't really exist. I was never "born." I have always been around and will always be around. I am not saying I am God or a god(though there is someone who would jokingly say so), but yeah...

_{And in case you missed it, that last bit was a joke.}