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I, too, hate being surrounded by a warm and plentiful gathering of friends and loved ones singing a song of appreciation for me. Every year! Without fail! All of them never forgetting. There are always so many of them! Like, just for once, let me have a birthday alone in a Texas Roadhouse, which I have never done!
Definitely sucks to be remembered. Being forgotten and ignored is a much better way to live life. So much more fulfilling. Especially if you're down to only a few remaining friends. The rest home is going to be awesome.
For real tho.
It's so calm, no pressure, no expectations, no humans, just drifting slowly towards the warm embrace is the abyss. Even if it looks back at me - at least it's not a human.
You guys, all, need therapy.
Yes. But what I was describing is also therapy.
Humans suck. I don't want them to sing to me.
Squid on here 20 hours a day, chu talking to yoomans :( you stimulating conversation to train models to replace us?! How could you!
On your birthday I’ll take a stand and purposefully NOT sing anything related to flying squids or you. As a gesture that not all humans suck.
Nice! When is his birthday?
I know an identity theft scam when I see one.
... I just use funerals to see friends I rarely see
I had a big party my mom threw for my 40th birthday because she has a huge house and lives in the town where I grew up and half the people there never left. Another good percentage of them moved back. Anyway, I mostly ended up only talking to a handful of people who sort of monopolized me, so it was less fun than it could have been. Don't get me wrong, it was great talking to them since I hadn't talked to them in ages, but I ended up wishing I had talked to more people. I haven't had a party since. Next year will be my 47th. Maybe if my mom is still around when I'm 50 she'll do it again.