Birthdays

As many of you know, tomorrow is my birthday. I am officially 13 years old on September 25, 2008, at 5:12 PM. How exciting. Teenage years, here I come!

I wanna stay 12 forever!!!!!!!!!!! WAAAAAAAAAAAHH!!

Because it's one of those picture perfect ages. 16 is probably the best age to be, because that's when you're an adult and can do adult things! But at 16, people lose some of their childness. They're past puberty and all that (at least most of us) and they're mature and all lovey-dovey and that's when we can drive and stuff, but children, kids, they can do all the agile things! When you get older, all you get is arthritis and all those other bone-aching symptoms. But 12, that's the age when kids still have their innocence and agility, but we also think like adults. So we're right in between before love and junk, but we have the brains of smart people like Einstein. That's why I like the age 12.

Anyways, what I wanted to talk about today is the origins of the Birthday celebration. Why do people celebrate their birthday? It's just the day you were born. I mean, it's just another day! What's the big deal? One step closer to dying. Oh ho hum.

But why do people give presents on birthdays? Technically, shouldn't we be giving gifts to our parents? But nevertheless, we get gifts. For being born.

I think it's just an excuse for saying "congrats on surviving another year! what a big accomplishment!" That's a naive and pessimistic way to think about it, but... eh...