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"Hᴀᴘᴘʏbirthday!" are the two minuscule words that otherwise causes a galactic impact on a person's blood pressure, mental structure, and their intangible control over their emotions -- with the exemption of a decrease of life for the elders.
Hiding behind terrific furnishings designed to please the eyes rather the body, with people who so devotedly forget that serial killers act as they do, and the person they are about to yell at may or may not have a heart attack. Never mind being in the dark, right?
"Creatures of the night", a drunk young female says, holding the neck of a Novelino bottle and bound to puke it all back out again on a Monday morning like some kind of anus implant rip-off. "Responsible people", another one replies, this one an emotional baggage carrier who has trouble with either making connections, or with said connections. An epitome of a twenty-first century adult -- only ever teetering on the edge of healthy or unhealthy. "Insurance takers", says a completely sane person.
For the sake of the given reasons as such, she doesn't hate the two-word congratulatory line that people behold to each other either in genuine cheers or counterfeit smiles. It's a theatrical occasion in of it itself. A battlefield between family where envy hides behind presents, or the sake of relief that they weren't the one aging after all. The mentality of everyone is being considered.
By themselves, of course.
Her auntie always said that birthdays and deaths were always married. Tying to a dead man's death only ever goes to show whether or not they died before their birthday, or after. "It all happens around birthdays. . ." She'd croon, face beholding the absolute truth in which she absolutely believes in it. Didn't mean her niece would follow the same belief though. Didn't mean she didn't consider it either.
It was meant to be joyous, was it not?
Joyous for little kids who'd scream that they're a tad bit older so they can pay bills, pay taxes, work constantly day and night, worry about relationships, and worry about whether or not the person next to you in the train will either kill or maim you. All for the money. But little kids' mind don't work like that right? They want to grow older so they can do anything they want, with no limitations (They're going to have to grow older to understand that those limitations are a way to keep human beings human).
With a few exceptions of course. Kids are simple in a way adults forget how to be. Where adults overcomplicate, kids merely follow what needs to be followed. And if a splash of creativity comes with the way, then who are people who barely uses their imagination at all to scold them?
