Die Selbe

So, I wonder about people with the same birthday. Do we ever consider how that time of the year and growing up around it in our formative years shapes us. Do we ever compare ourselves to those people born on the same day? Is this comparison necessarily negative? A famous person born on the same day as our boring selves must inevitably lead to disappointment, or perhaps we see ourselves as sharing the same characteristics as that person, our import is dormant but still there. Is every person born on the same day a walking character that we could see ourselves inhabiting? That could be me. You could be she, she me. He could be taller, she could be smaller. I could do it better, they could do it worse.