I ponder this thought: is being alive really being alive, by definition to be alive is to function in society and interact with those living in said society. If I step out for a day and night and sleep amongst the stars, do I become "un-alive"? I can not be dead because by definition "death" is to be not living. But by being all alone by my above definition I am not alive because I have secluded myself from society and am no longer functioning in it's processes.
So, with this, today, my family and I are dead to the world. Staying inside on my birthday (by definition on my absence from normal social interaction, my deathday) hanging out alone. It is quiet, calm and non-productive. Just the way a birthday(deathday) should be.
Thanks everyone for the birthday wishes, and those of you requesting the very social interactions I have avoided today, give it time. Good things come to those who wait (and earn it), but good is just another way of saying not necessarily evil.
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