Born this way? No. There have been many factors in my life that has helped to carve me into the hideous sculpture that I am today. Unfortunately, being affected by such factors was not a choice of mine. I wish I could have been able to retain the status I was born with—the innocence, the natural intelligence, the survival instincts, the clarity of thoughts and feelings I’ve had before; all the opposite of complexity—so I’d have the right to say I was born this way, but unfortunately the universe had its plans.
Born to be somebody? I’d like to think and hope so, but under grim circumstances, I think not. Though, I’d sure like to be proven wrong with my stand regarding this one. Then again, I still can’t let go of my pessimistic attitude. After all, being a pessimist has its perks: it’s either you’re always right, or you’d always find yourself pleasantly surprised. I’d stick with being a pessimist. I don’t really think I’m born to be much of a somebody. Probably somebody to help the world population have a plus one (since without me, it’d be a minus one—and we are trying to set a record here, aren’t we? Oh, wait, we’re not? Well, what’s with the over population, then? … Oh, that’s a whole different topic, you say? Not supposed to be included on this blog post? … Alright, I’m dropping the issue. Moving on with the previous topic in three, two, one…), but not really become a somebody-somebody. Though, again, the hope to the proven wrong is still there.
Born this way? No. Born to be somebody? Though I’d hope so, it seems not.
That leaves me with the third. The rather normal, boring, and completely obvious answer: Born on my birthday.
I was simply born on my birthday.
(via thatfunnyblog)