...70+ people have wished me, I haven't responded to the last 15 or 20. Since when have I been this popular? Since when have people been so bored?
My birthdays have always been a sordid affair, another day that I strangle my desires for the greater good, act more or less selfless, and whine. Today wasn't so different in how it played out, though.
The day was started with casual beatings and what can only be classified as 'chutiyaap' past midnight, moved into brief skirmishes with sleep, then fast forwarded to a scene with me running blind through the night and failing to keep my vomit from spilling onto the earth. I have managed to contract a bad case of diarrhoea.
Hours of time meant for sleep, used instead to decontaminate my internal systems with loud groans, and less pleasant sounds. As the sun rose, I reached my books. Test. Study. Electrodynamics. Fucked it up nicely as well.
And the day ended with a pigeon defecating on my new jacket. I'm not wearing it again- for a while now.
All in all, all the critical elements of a Classic Anjishnu Kumar Birthday were present.
1. Test/Exam Check.
2. Senseless Violence Check
3. Unnecessary Drama, Anger and Attention-Seeking Check
4. Me Trying Very Hard To Pretend That It Isn't My Birthday So I Don't Have To Deal With The Fact That My Birthdays Suck. Check
5. No Birthday Present Check, though it isn't so irritating now.
6. Below Average Luck Check.
Very classic, though with a fairly new bent leaning towards favouring unwanted effluvia as the choice means of depriving me of happiness.
Still, seventy something wishes is a lot. Crap.
1 comment:
the points listed are valid on my birthdays too, except the last one.. my luck is usually bad so there isn't any change on that front.
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