Putting the blog on holiday. Will be back soon.
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Dear readers, I’m sorry that I have been unable to put out this week’s blog post. I have had an extremely busy past few days…however, I do have a request.
Negative Buoyancy has grown far bigger than I ever imagined it could. It currently has a following of 500 individuals across 3 different social networks, and I would love for the readership to expand even further.
If you enjoy this blog and think the things that are written here are worth spreading, then never fear - I have enough weekly topics to last a whole year. In order for this blog to grow, I am going to need your help:
- Please continue to like, share and comment on posts that you’ve read
- Do recommend the Facebook, Twitter and Tumblr pages to others
- Feel free to give me feedback on the usability of the site, and the quality of the writing
By doing all of these things not only will you help to pull in new readers, but you also help the written material to come across as something worth engaging with.
I appreciate you all greatly, and I promise to post: “I’d love to try some breastmilk” very soon. Take care!
Wooo! 200 followers on Tumblr. Thanks a bunch people!
#falseconcept - ‘Adulthood’
Any given number of years is nothing more than a measurement of time. Regardless of how we define adulthood, it will start at different ages, for different people.
Your birthday really isn’t that special
I stopped caring about birthdays a long time ago, but why exactly? Read on to find out more:
The celebration of birthdays is a tradition that has become so engrained in our culture, it’s easy to imagine the events that would typically take place in the day of a celebrant. You wake up in the morning feeling slightly more excited than normal. Any loved ones you encounter opt to uncharacteristically sing words in your direction. ‘Happy birthday to you!’ they sing, repeatedly, in what is possibly the most varied and inventive song ever. Your Facebook account is suddenly inundated with congratulatory messages from various individuals on your friends list. Double digits contained within the red notification counter? Score! Obviously, each and every one of those people cares about you, and wasn’t reminded about your ‘special day’ by their newsfeed. Cards in the post, phone calls, emails and text messages all day? Gifts? Cake?! You’re a bloody celebrity. You feel more special on your birthday than you did on the exact same day the week before – the month before even. It is because of things like these that I did away with celebrating my birthday long ago.
