And after the first day I was alive, when I met me, I turned to me and I told me I was a cold hearted, stuck up, frigid bitch— only I didn’t say it anywhere as nicely.
You are utterly the stupidest, most self-centered, appallingest excuse for an anthropomorphic personification on this or any other plane! An infantile, adolescent, pathetic specimen!
I mean, people feel as pleased to have been born as if they did it themselves. And mostly they didn’t. But they get upset and hurt and shaken when they die, even if they did it themselves. And sometimes they did.