Every year, we all have to sit there in the chair, gathered by friends and family, as they all sing a song that a stopwatch will tell you lasted 30 seconds, but feels like HOURS.
And the entire time, you’re just sitting there like “I’m very aware of my hands right now…where do I put them? What am I supposed to do with my hands right now??? I feel like everyone is judging me for using my hands incorrectly right now…”
And then, your friends birthday is next month, and you have to pretend you’re actually singing this song. In reality it’s more like a vaguely melodic mumble. Then everyone gets the timing of the name wrong, as if the whole room is remembering their friends name after a momentary lapse of dementia.
“Happy Birthday to…Todd…”
And finally the song is over, and you then spit all over a cake to blow out a cake, that has for some reason been set on fire.
I mean seriously. It doesn’t work like this for ANY OTHER EVENT. Even the 4th of July, which is known for drunk uncles blowing their fingers off playing with explosives doesn’t have this shit. Nobody on 4th of July is like “Here’s your hot dogs…I took them off the grill, put them in a bun, squirted some mustard and ketchup on them…and then I set them on fire. That’s your problem now. You deal with the fire. Spit on everybodies food, and then distribute it by incorrectly guessing how much everyone wants. Be sure to give the fat guy the tiniest portion possible. He doesn’t need the extra portions, clearly.”
And WHY do we do all this shit to each other? I don’t know a single person who enjoys these traditions no matter which side of the candle you’re on.
I’m just glad MY family doesn’t do the other part, where everybody gives you a spanking. No, please, mom, do NOT engage in sexual fetishes with your adult son! And thankfully my family never has done that. That would be WEIRD.
Dude is mad he has friends and family that celebrate his existence with some goofy song for 30 seconds
Omg how awful
You do realize that this is just copypasta right?
You should know that things you might find normal or acceptable are not the same things that neurodivergent people find normal and that’s ok we all have different experiences and we should be tolerant of those.
I’m not saying OP is neurodivergent but I am and I might do things you think are odd as I might with you.
Fycking white people
What does this have to do with being white? Quite unnecessarily racialized, no?
Yes, sorry. Fcking americans
Just write FUCKING. Your bigotry is the part you should be ashamed of
Its a bad word 🙁
Fecking hell. Either you use a bad word or don’t.
Fooken hell /s
Oh but hating groups of strangers is fine. Yeah makes total sense
I don’t know a single person who enjoys these traditions no matter which side of the candle you’re on.
There are freaks out there
You just gave me opinions I didn’t know I held.
Just go on a trip every birthday. It works for me.
You mean like…drive somewhere? Or do you mean take LSD?
Yes
Yes
This. I go on a solo backpacking trip every year that for some reason coincides with my birthday… Weird how that works out.
My pro tip, if you’re on the receiving end, is to sing along. Make them more uncomfortable than you are
That would be fun. And when you get to the name, don’t say yours, loudly say ‘satan’ or ‘zeus’ or ‘slappy the clown’. Whatever comes to mind. And then laugh like a cereal killer afterward.
Lol at the people here who don’t understand that this post is just copypasta.
This is a lovely community with the occasional high quality memes but man people aren’t toxic enough for this to be an actual shitposting community and it’s a good thing and it’s a bad thing.
You don’t have to celebrate your birthday, or any other holiday for that matter. You are allowed to make choices. And when other people get mad, remind them that you are not interested and that’s your choice. They are free to celebrate without you.
Day 3: They still sing. Though I had prepared myself, my fortitude crumbles under the weight of this endless song. I feel the madness begin to gnaw at the edges of my mind…
Tomorrow, on Day 4, the Birthday party will end. Though I’ve just been told they have prepared celebrations for my unbirthday. I fear there is no God.
Legal weed. Good enough?
What’s with the spanking?
Also, you can blow candles without spitting, and the cake is not on fire, and you can not sing the song, and you can not have a party, and you can not share a cake. The hesitation on the name is not that common but it derives from the overlapping of names and nicknames.
Stop buying into conventions if you got things you like be made differently, it’s literally a moment that celebrates you, make it whatever you like.
(I, for one, removed the gifts from the equation)
theres some truth to all that, but whats worse is when its all missing.
