The Best Birthday Ever

You probably read the title and thought I was being an optimist. You might think I’m going to have a good birthday. Well let me tell you, the title is sarcasm. I won’t be having a big party at a laser tag place like Khang did. I won’t have relatives coming to celebrate. If you ask me where I went for my birthday last year, I would say “Nowhere.” If you ask me what I got, I would say  “One Cupcake.” So when my birthday rolls around, I don’t get excited about the presents like Christmas. Now that I think of it, we never got up our Christmas Tree this year. We sold it. Then we had Christmas in Arizona. Christmas in hot, sunny, dry weather. I don’t think we celebrate any holidays now. Let’s just change the subject. Tomorrow, I’ll be 10. My age has finally gone to double-digits. In third grade, on my birthday, the only thing I got from the school was a free snack coupon (which of course was used for an ice cream sandwich). They didn’t even sing me happy birthday. Neither did my parents. About a week later, someone else had a birthday. I don’t know if it was a him or a her, but I think it was a her. They sang her happy birthday. When I asked the teacher why she didn’t do the same for me, she told me it was because I didn’t bring in a treat for anyone. So pretty much have to pay people fatty snacks for them to do anything for me. Life is rigged. It’s like a board game. You roll the dice. You get good or bad. The dice is probably rigged too. When you check what number you got, you see a 1. Boom. Your life is ruined. Just like that. Or it can take a while, getting all the wrong numbers, until you hit the space you don’t want. As I’m writing this, a commercial on TV was singing about how good life is. How ironic.