
Today it’s my birthday 🥳 49 of them.
Next year it’s going to be 50. Yikes. So from now on, I’m 38 years old until I die, OK?
It’s not that I’m afraid that I’m getting older. It’s what others see when you’re 50. You’re too old for a lot of things. Some see you as a failure because you don’t have a life they have. You know a job, a family, and those things.
But I don’t care. I just dodged a bullet. Not everyone wants a life like everyone else. You don’t need to ask anyone for permission, and you save money, too.
Birthdays haven’t been important for years, and they get less important. I have no one to celebrate it with, either. I never liked parties anyway. And I hate alcohol and people who drink too much. I don’t care about presents either. I have too much stuff anyway.
I already got a present.
FINLAND IS THE ICE HOCKEY WORLD CHAMPIONS 2026!
So calm down, it’s my birthday. It’s just one step closer to death, as I put it.


