Some Antinatalistic Thoughts on Birthdays
Well, today I add another year to my age. I’ve been on this planet for 26 years as of 9:52 CST this morning. You’d think I’d be partying or doing something to celebrate, right? Heh, not in your wildest dreams.
I don’t know if many antinatalists have thought about this, but I’ve been pondering on this for the past week leading up to my birthday. Why do we even celebrate birthdays? What’s so great about them? If one is an antinatalist, there’s absolutely nothing great about them for your birthday is the very day you were cursed with this awful thing known as an earthly existence!
Since it’s better never to have been, that means one’s birthday is a reason to mourn, not to celebrate! For had you never had a birthday you’d have never been brought into existence! My logic might be cold, but admit it, it is completely undeniable. We really should be sending each other sympathy cards for our birthdays, not happy cards!!!
Well, it’s Monday night which is one of my two bowling nights, so I’m going to be bowling anyway. I luckily my teammates have no earthly clue it’s my birthday. I wouldn’t want them to surprise me with a cake or something, that would suck.
I will say though, I said something similar to this on another blog and someone actually DID send me a sympathy e-card this morning. I got a pretty good laugh out of that. If anything, having a birthday was worth it just to be amused by that.