When Did You Stop Being NPC?

My day starts when I wake up. Not at midnight. Nothing happens at midnight. The numbers just change.

My "new year" is when something real happens in my life. Not January 1st.

The clock hits midnight and nothing changes.

Yeah, we need calendars so everyone agrees what year it is and computers work.

But why celebrate because the calendar says so?

Celebrate when your life actually changes. New job, new city, you quit scrolling through reels. That's a fresh start. Not some Tuesday in January.

We're following calendars made by dead people. Charlemagne's months. Caesar's days. Some pope's Easter.

Why let a 16th-century calculation tell you when to be happy?

Valentine's Day isn't love. Love is driving 200 kilometers on a Wednesday to hold someone's hand in a hospital.

Your birthday isn't when you exist. You exist the day you forgive yourself.

Midnight is a bureaucratic mistake. Birthdays are a scam by greeting card companies and lazy relatives.

My real birthday is April 7th. The day I stopped apologizing for existing.

When's yours? When did you stop being NPC?