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I Hate Birthdays

Continuing with the theme of weird things about me that could possibly point to some psychological conditions - I hate birthdays. Rest assured that it's not my birthday. I wanted to write this on my birthday, but instead I waited some amount of time so that no one would know when it is.

Yeah, that's right. I don't tell people when my birthday is. My family knows, since they were intimately involved in the event we're supposed to celebrate, but very few of my friends know. Kristen bribed me by making me a really cool clay rock for my fish tank, so I told her. The only two friends who called were Nicole and Nick, both of which I would have thought would never call. I've seen Nicole once in the past two years, and Nick has been in Pennsylvania for quite some time.

I don't know exactly what it is about birthdays. I just don't like people making a big deal out of it. I hate getting birthday presents (along with Christmas presents), and I hate it when people wish me a happy birthday. All these family members and Nick and Nicole called, and I ignored all of their calls. I didn't call them back either.

How to be Happy: How SIBS are Keeping you down.

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So many people these days aren't happy, and frankly I don't know why anymore. Maybe its the paradox of being active, they don't want to work, and thus never get involved or immersed in something, making them become jaded and feel empty. Or maybe, its the much more common case of what I call SIBS=Self Imposed Bullshit.

One day when I was young I remember reading somewhere that a doctor found that 30 to 50% of all patients at a hospital weren't really sick, but rather they were "placeboing" themselves into being sick. In other words, by taking a small belief that they were sick and empowering the emotions and thought processes related with being sick, they actually became sick.

That is absurd, and frankly, I think one doesn't have to go to a hospital to see how SIBS is affecting a vast majority of people and how others use SIGS, self-imposed good shit, to live amazingly happy lives. The first thing one has to understand is that striving for or wanting happiness is fraught with problems for a variety of reasons:

Striving for happiness assumes you aren't or can't be happy right now; furthermore if you attach happiness to something, say money, family, or travel, you "sell out" your ability to be happy unless said criteria are reached.

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