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paradisa2012-02-06 04:26 pm
whatialways_do) wrote in paradisa2012-02-06 04:26 pm
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[Max is bored in her room and she feels like rambling at the journal. Go figure. So this is her, leaning back on her couch with one of her cats resting against her chest as she talks.]
So, here’s what I don’t get.
What’s the big on birthdays, exactly? I mean, back home it was pitched to me as one more thing to celebrate in a miserable world, but it seems like a pretty pointless thing to celebrate. It’s not like I’m Gandhi or I saved the world, or anything like that. I was just born.
[and more to the point, she wasn’t even born, she was built.]
I mean, I’ve been getting by just fine with tacking a year on every time the year changes, and it hasn’t hurt me any. It’s not killing me that I’ve never celebrated it. And what’s the big deal with age, anyway—I’m over twenty one, so I can pretty much do whatever I want, legally speaking.
[not that that would have stopped her much in the first place]
And here it seems even more pointless to pick one. It’s not like we age. I arrived here when I was twenty-one, and I’m gonna look like I’m twenty-one until the castle bounces me home, and it doesn’t matter if I’m twenty-one or fifty. Besides—half the time, people around here don’t seem all that big on celebrating them.
At this point, I’m pretty sure that a birthday is pretty pointless, so why should I bother picking one?
So, here’s what I don’t get.
What’s the big on birthdays, exactly? I mean, back home it was pitched to me as one more thing to celebrate in a miserable world, but it seems like a pretty pointless thing to celebrate. It’s not like I’m Gandhi or I saved the world, or anything like that. I was just born.
[and more to the point, she wasn’t even born, she was built.]
I mean, I’ve been getting by just fine with tacking a year on every time the year changes, and it hasn’t hurt me any. It’s not killing me that I’ve never celebrated it. And what’s the big deal with age, anyway—I’m over twenty one, so I can pretty much do whatever I want, legally speaking.
[not that that would have stopped her much in the first place]
And here it seems even more pointless to pick one. It’s not like we age. I arrived here when I was twenty-one, and I’m gonna look like I’m twenty-one until the castle bounces me home, and it doesn’t matter if I’m twenty-one or fifty. Besides—half the time, people around here don’t seem all that big on celebrating them.
At this point, I’m pretty sure that a birthday is pretty pointless, so why should I bother picking one?
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