I don't tell my coworkers my birthday because everyone makes a big deal out of it, or celebrates it.
But for me, I can no longer shake the thought of "goddamn, should I celebrate because I survived one more year, or celebrate because the likelihood of death has come that much closer."
So it kind of makes me in a twisted mood on my birthday where I'd rather just like to eat and play video games uninterrupted. My first birthday being single is coming up so I don't even get to do the usual joke to my ex "what no birthday blowjob?"
I don't like birthdays. As a kid they were awesome until my dad decided those candles that don't go out would be funny on my 13th. After that I realized birthday's are just a stupid way of gauging our physical and mental capabilities. 20 years later and it feels the same