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Monday 17 May 2010
On getting older
Birthdays, as humans call them, are curious occasions. Getting measurably older seems to be both a source of existential angst and an occasion for frivolous merrymaking, and these effects are compounded when an unusually large number of humans celebrate such events within the same somewhat nebulous time period. No doubt there will be more on this very subject in the next few days, but I feel that a brief account of my experiences is likely to be of public edification.
Birthdays, then, seem to be about:
meeting new friends in civilised settings;
old friends - from the days of inadvertent acquesextian mammary imitations, no less - and their new hairstyles;
taking gracefully to being scolded, since humans are allowed to be as unreasonable as they like once a year;
and just occasionally getting hot under the collar before crawling home to bed.
Soon, my friends, soon!
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