So the founder of my birth country - Bangladesh - was killed with his whole family on this day back in 1975.
Today also happens to be my birthday.
And then there’s this current opposition leader who opposes the founder’s political party today, also celebrates her birthday today: arguably a fake one, just to taunt the opposing party… nasty politics and all.
So it’s kind of an awkward situation, cause apparently with the recent surge of deep hatred - specially from the younger crowd - against the latter party for openly supporting the group who openly opposes our cause of independence (too late, buddies, it’s already been 43 years lol), has created this ripple effect where the ordinary acquaintances (who’re not that close of friends, but you know - I know them, they know me) have subsequently started to ignore to wish me Happy Birthday. tsk tsk.
Or maybe it’s just that I’m 23 now. Too old to ask for shit like this lol.
[And there’s this girl for some reason I desperately try to be nice with - cause I once was rude to her, and I felt bad about it - but anyway maybe since I actually try to be nice, I still somehow manage to appear as an insensitive bitch to her. And she being a very nice person, still wished me Happy Birthday and I feel like I still ended up behaving rude, and I know it shouldn’t really bother me, but then it does ugh don’t you just hate human connections sometimes?]