Bloggers are narcissists.
They are narcissists to the point where one of them, out of "concern," commented on one of my posts with a mightily sincere "What a day!," accompanied (of course) with a link to her idiotic blog. Her latest blog post, where she complained about getting three birthday gifts from her friends (when's the last time I got a birthday gift from someone other than family? I don't know, because I don't care, and it's highly unnecessary), I commented and told her she was being a bit selfish -- because, as we all know, just because we successfully arrived at a birthday does not necessarily mean we deserve fucking gifts for doing so -- and she responded by complaining about getting cards for her birthday.
Oh my fucking God, people remembered my birthday with fucking CARDS and now I have to kill myself.
HEY EVERYONE, INCLUDING FAMILY: Feel free to never get me another birthday present for the rest of my life. Writing on my Facebook wall warms my heart just fine. Reason: I don't give a shit about birthday gifts, or my birthday -- even if it is at the most awesome time of year ever -- and I'm not the kind of passive aggressive idiot that enjoys bashing her friends for not giving her cheap trinkets for a ridiculous reason.
Like this blogger, my birthday coincides with a national holiday. Unlike this blogger, I don't get my panties in a pouty little wad about it.