Isn’t It incredible how social networks changed the Birthday?
Before Facebook, Myspace and Bebo, Birthdays were cards and phone calls. Although small, there was an unrivaled realism.
Today the “hb” post Is an obligation. A conformity of sorts. Perhaps It Is a testament to our connectedness. From the stranger In Paris to the distant cousin living a life of exile In Lebanon. Surely this proves we are not forgotten?
Then we remember the Birthday that no one called. Or at least you didn’t hear the phone. Too busy waiting outside emergency rooms. Schrodinger’s cat, do you dare to look?
The network Is a faux sense of caring. It alleviate the loneliness consequent from living behind computer screens.
Growing up In factories where they work
Coupling as the factories where they’re made
Classic example of why cats make bad pets.
I do not believe two men should be engaged In sexual relations because they cannot procreate and propagate the human race.
I am thumb. Please touch me.
It seems I have spent 2 months learning that: If A and B are true, then A Is true and B Is true.
Today I woke up and fell In love. Or at least that’s what would have happened, had It of happened. Instead I didn’t sleep, nor fall In love. I didn’t fall anywhere, or do anything. Which Is alright, I guess. Although It would make a terrible movie.