7 billion people on the planet. 7 billion birthdays. Is anyone’s birthday really special in that case? 7 billion annual opportunities for capitalism to sell people cheap, disposable products they don’t want or need. 7 billion annual opportunities to throw away more garbage in the form of packaging and wrapping.

Do I really want to celebrate another year of my being on this dying planet, in a fucked up culture that is bound and determined to eat our mother alive? Do I really want to celebrate another year of resources I consume that can never be replaced? Do I really want to celebrate another Hallmark holiday, this one personalized so that I feel special?

Fuck no.

If there are 7 billion of us then the anniversary of my birth isn’t special; it’s just another nail in our collective coffin.

Birthdays are narcissistic indulgence.

Fuck birthdays.