Pete, did you know that birthdays are known to have been celebrated as far back as 4236 B.C.? A recent study suggests that there have been 108 billion humans born on earth. All of them having, by necessity, at least one birthday. There have literally been trillions of birthdays celebrated.
The idea that etiquette dictates that I recognize this day as unique in some way is, frankly, offensive.
It’s particularly egregious when people tell you to “enjoy your special day.” Special day?!?!? Seriously?
Shouldn’t we be celebrating actual accomplishments or things that make you slightly different than everyone else? Even the most minor accomplishment is more note worthy than a birthday.
“Congratulations on your lack of chronic back pain!”
“Congratulations for not developing a degenerative gambling addiction!”
Ridiculous you say? Both those things are far more unique to you than your possession of a birthday. Your uniqueness as a person is actually diminished by having a birthday.
I haven’t even gotten into the arbitrary weight that we give calendars when celebrating birthdays. A specific date means nothing, and has no more real correlation to any previous date than any other previous date. Calendars are just a way for us to comprehend the incessant, unstoppable, depressing passing of time. Nothing more.
All you are really saying is that “the earth made one more revolution around the sun since I was born.”
Who cares, Pete? Who cares?
While my desire to be a rational person dictates that I cannot offer you a meaningless, rote “happy birthday,” I do consider you a friend, and I find your recognition of specific dates as unique because of what previously happened on said date endearing.
October 27th is the day Turkmenistan first celebrated independence from the USSR in 1991. It was a triumph for human liberty.
Happy Turkmenistan Independence Day, buddy! Better dead than Red!