Birthdays.
Today, on 24th, is my birthday. Here, have a slice of cake 🍰. Would you like some tea or caramel coffee to wash that down with? Choosing cakes is not really my forte. I usually pick the cake with the least amount of icing on it. Icing on the cake? I prefer icing IN the cake, usually chocolate. But I always prefer buttercream cake to fresh cream cake. Butter; it's quite a comforting and pleasant word. Almost all the of the words in the baker's lexicon are delectable. When I was 15, I despised birthdays. I felt celebrating birthdays was superficial and a symptom of narcissism. I'd wonder, after the cake has been eaten, and the people had exited, what had remained? With the person sitting alone after the party, did they enjoy solitude or suffer loneliness; why do people celebrate their birthdays with such grandiose, if they did not love their own self? I like meaning in everything, and to me birthday parties were meaningless; a cliché pretentious formality. I disliked my own