I could almost paraphrase it in this way – it’s all the same s*it, but then it would be rude and uncalled for.
Every year I have one date, which becomes a catalyst for my relationship with the outer world and people cruising somewhere in my approximate stratosphere. It is my birthday.
Don’t get me wrong. It is not a matter of gifts. No, no and one more time – no.
But its all about a value others have given to your presence in their lives.
Maybe I sound bitter, but it is strange (but maybe not so much), that people know your phone number, when they need money or support, but on your birthday they enter la la land, where there is no mobile phone to use for at least sending simple sms.
Right, I have made my this year’s rant, so I have completed my mission. And I know that next year all this nonsense will return, and again I will set here and rant.
But at least this mood will last for one, ok maybe two days. After that I will return to the world and try to put all this behind me by moving forward, for I know that I will not change. I will continue to communicate with those, who unintentionally had caused me to question their place in my life, but basically it’s all just a little bit of history repeating.
KL
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