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It was my birthday on Monday and I hid the notification from Facebook to avoid all the cucks wishing me happy birthday. Properly used, Sam? I don’t need recognition or well wishes for aging. I’m sure there are people out there who look forward or relish the praising from strangers for getting older, but not me. Recognize me for actual accomplishments by telling me you enjoy reading the blog or how I cost you hundreds of dollars betting on the Giants. That has meaning to me. Happy Birthday?!? That’s a clown remark.

That’s not to say that I won’t wish people happy birthday who I know still derive happiness from such an event. I honestly don’t give a shit if you did or didn’t wish me a happy birthday. I probably don’t know when your birthday is either so don’t feel bad. As you age you turn more into a scrooge because you’ve done it before. As you start to get tired of doing it, you put down others who aren’t tired yet. Pretty common I’d guess.

By | 2017-11-08T09:35:28+00:00 November 8th, 2017|My Brain|1 Comment

One Comment

  1. Samuel Levin November 8, 2017 at 11:54 am

    ✓ Enjoy reading the blog, even have email updates;
    ✓ Lost bankroll on the Giants. Back to +6,000 NHL parlays; and,
    ✓ Got my happy bday in on Saturday.

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