babymike02Yep. Happens every year, no matter what I do. I have another birthday. I was born this day, November 21st, 1972, in New Waterford, Cape Breton, Nova Scotia, Canada.

I’ll be celebrating with family this evening, and probably reading the numerous comments on my Facebook wall later tonight. I often wonder how celebrating your birthday got started. When you think about it, it’s not really a special day, as everyone has a birthday. NOFX has a great song called “Happy Fuckin Birthday. You’re Not special”. Most people use it as an excuse to “par-tay”. I’m not a drinker, so I’ve never had that huge, off the rails, drunk-fest of a party. That just seems stupid to me. This year I decided to do some research about birthdays, and try to find out what the big deal is. Here’s what I found at

“Why do we celebrate birthdays? What is it that we are toasting? Is it the fact that we have survived another year against many odds? Are we marking the progress we have made, our cumulative achievements and possessions? Is a birthday the expression of hope sprung eternal to live another year?

None of the above, it would seem.

If it is the past year that we are commemorating, would we still drink to it if we were to receive some bad news about our health and imminent demise? Not likely. But why? What is the relevance of information about the future (our own looming death) when one is celebrating the past? The past is immutable. No future event can vitiate the fact that we have made it through another 12 months of struggle. Then why not celebrate this fact?

Because it is not the past that is foremost on our minds. Our birthdays are about the future, not about the past. We are celebrating having arrived so far because such successful resilience allows us to continue forward. We proclaim our potential to further enjoy the gifts of life. Birthdays are expressions of unbridled, blind faith in our own suspended mortality.

But, if this were true, surely as we grow older we have less and less cause to celebrate. What reason do octogenarians have to drink to another year if that gift is far from guaranteed? Life offers diminishing returns: the longer you are invested, the less likely you are to reap the dividends of survival. Indeed, based on actuary tables, it becomes increasingly less rational to celebrate one’s future the older one gets.

Thus, we are forced into the conclusion that birthdays are about self-delusionally defying death. Birthdays are about preserving the illusion of immortality. Birthdays are forms of acting out our magical thinking. By celebrating our existence, we bestow on ourselves protective charms against the meaninglessness and arbitrariness of a cold, impersonal, and often hostile universe.”

So, there you go. There are probably some religious aspects to birthday’s, as well, but I tend not to buy in to the whole “religion” thing. If you’re interested in that, check out Wikipedia.

Happy fuckin birthday, Mike. You’re not special.