HAHAHAHHAHAHAHA!
I was born in the year of the cock (1945). It isn't often one gets to say that. Uncle Vyslo tells me to "not make a big deal out of it. You can't remember, can you?"
No, I can't. But I'm over 70; and I retain the right to scream in the face of Death. "Fuck you and everyone who looks like you!" All of us cancer patients demand that you go straight to hell!"
It's just a thing. Let it go.