I actually write posts quite often.  And quite often, I decide to refrain from publishing them.  They tend to become too cynical in many cases as I’m writing them late at night.  However, I might as well post one sooner or later, so here is a small thought on the topic of birthdays:

Recently, a ton of friends of mine are having birthdays.  This got me thinking as to the celebration of birthdays.  Why do we wish a person “Happy Birthday” when they clearly aren’t being born today?  Shouldn’t a birthday refer to the day on which the person was born?  Plus, maybe the mother should take the credit as she went through the most pain on the person’s birthday.

Instead of saying “Happy Birthday,” I propose that we instead say “Congratulations on surviving yet another year on this miserable rock!”