In other words, I didn't give a moment's thought to what I would "get" for my birthday.
You weren’t doing drugs.
Exactly. This generation has been infantilized from the get go.
Let me guess the scenario. . .
1. Mommykins had a good time with a fly by night dude
2. Became preggers
3. Mommykins, as a “single parent” (TM) parented by guilt and let the kid become her mini-spouse/peer/adult confidant (which is child abuse in itself) aka run feral with no discipline or guidance
4. The Gerber baby started acting out at school from a young age and was swiftly diagnosed with some sort of “disorder” (TM) so that meds could be prescribed; all on your tax dollars of course
5. Gerber baby discovered drugs and tats. You can’t buy those things with your EBT so probably a loooonnnngggg history of disrespect for all adults and authority figures, most notably mommykins.
You and me, both. But then, we're adults. No help for some people, one of the above posters nailed it...what do you do with such useless eaters?
I "got" to spend my last birthday with WBill Jr, since my wife was working. The night before, she made my favorite kind of cake...and WBill Jr and I each had a slice for breakfast. The cake was a nice surprise, I wasn't expecting it at all since she was working.
Best Birthday Ever.