I never realized that I had the worst birthday ever until today. Now that I'm an intelligent monkey in the workforce and not enjoying winter break for the first time in my life, I've realized that I have legitimately the worst birthday ever. Pathetically bad birthday. There is not a single person not in college or high school who's happy today. Thanks Mom!
Add to that, this is by far the worst birthday ever. I'm now 23 years old, working, and preparing myself for another 40 years of being in the workforce. I need to win the lottery or win a lot of money playing poker so I can quit work and become a professional golfer, that's my true calling. I'm not supposed to be crushing excel spreadsheets like a boss, creating awesome adword campaigns, and looking phenomenal in business attire. I'm getting off track, but those are the feelings I'm having right now after the realization that my birthday absolutely sucks.
This is a depressing day for me. I've been lied to my entire life on this false premise that my birthday was supposed to be a good day. Bullshit. Not only is my birthday going to get worse and worse as I get older, it's also considered by anyone who is actually working to be the absolute WORST day of the year. Sweet.
Sidenote: I'm considering disabling my facebook wall because 90% of the people who wish me happy bday there are people I haven't talked to in years.
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