Having to do with birthdays, and bubblegum monsters

A BIRTHDAY MANIFESTO

Let me tell you why I need birthdays.
Imagine if you will, the world.
Without birthdays, without holidays.
Not very interesting is it?
What is there to live for?
where is that burst of light, that inspiration, what is there to look forward too?
what's so wrong about a day that is different from all the others?

Differences.
Ah,differences. They make things revolve, and clash. Grind against each other until sparks
fly out, like bandits jumping a stagecoach.
Flash, bang!
A feeling explodes into my mind, something new yet...familiar.
This days different.
This day is for me.
Not my cats, not that small boy at the busstop chewing bubblegum.
ME, MINE.
It's this fact that keeps me going.
I've made myself a pact, when things go to hell I say to myself:
"okay, things are shit, but- if I can just hold out till my next birthday, I'll feel good again, I'll celebrate the fact that I'm alive. I'll have won another victory in this war I call life."

And on that day, my special day, I will jump out of my chair, vault up many flights of stairs
onto a roof, careen violently out the door, out into the open air just to scream one simple
small rant at the top of my lungs.

That one rant, that one saving grace:
"HAHA! TAKE THAT DEATH! I AM ALIVE! ALIVE I TELL YOU, I'VE GOT ANOTHER YEAR ON YOU, WHAT'CHA GONNA DO 'BOUT THAT HUH?
I'M ONE YEAR FARTHER AWAY FROM YOU! I'M MORE ALIVE THAN EVER! YOU THOUGHT YOU HAD ME BUT OOOOHHH NO!
YOU'RE NEVER GETTING ME YOU RAT BASTARD!
NOT ME NO HOW!"

And that temporary insane bravado is comforting.
Because sometimes life explodes into so many cats,sparks,and bubblegum. Monsters even.
But I learn to live with those bubblegum monsters.
Because I have a birthday next week.
And they're invited.