They asked me, "Did it feel like your birthday?" to which I replied, "I don't know." Mockingly they laughed, "How could you not know?"
Wide-eyed I glared, "It was a day, no ceremonious exercise, just the new experiences that typify the ordinary(ness) that days falling in order bring."
"By asking if it felt like a birthday I could only reply, "I don't know" as how can I differentiate a day (from any other) when each new day brings a new day?"