Another September has arrived. It's brought my birthday & the gateway to hellish dark of the year. It figures the 1st day of my new year would start off dark with a bad, jolty wake-up. I'm already down voting this trip.
A weird thing as you age & more isolated is you get birthday wishes from entities not people; Google, your phone, your bank, your insurance, etc... It's a marketing tactic, to make these things seem like they care about you, but it's disturbing. At 1st it was odd when Deviant Art & eBay sent me birthday wishes. Then the reality set in. Besides my roomie, no actual person acknowledged me anymore. Sometimes being this removed is hard, but the faux concern of things can be disconcerting. There's that little of me left in the world, that only things programmed to say something, acknowledge my existence.
It's a gloomy morning. I hope that's not a sign of how the year will go. Birthday's do suck. There's all these supposed-to-be things we associate with them. I wonder does anyone not on TV, actually get them as an adult. Does anyone actually get a happy birthday? Or are we all just lying about something we think should be?
Take care.
Cya...
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