The Birthday Paradox

Subtitle: I have too many random thoughts that occupy my free time.



So it's a leap year. Which I still am not entirely clear on the meaning of. I think it has something to do with how long it takes the Earth to revolve around the sun. And I guess in that context we all benefit. Keeping the seasons in alignment and all that jazz, but what about the people born on Feb.29? Is there some cosmic clause that keeps them from aging only once every four years? I was under the impression the only way to keep from aging was to have a portrait of yourself stored in the attic (or some such thing)
Do they get to individually choose when they celebrate their birthdays? "Hmmm since we're in between leap years I think this year I'll celebrate on Feb 28 and next year it's party party par-tay on March 1." And that's perfectly fine because their actual birth date doesn't exsist on the calender every year. Which is kinda unfair. I can't do that. That makes me a little bit jealous. I don't like being denied something. No matter how arbitrary or meaningless that something is.
Or is there some "leap year baby" consensus as to when their fête d'anniversaire (if you will) should be celebrated? Maybe they have a secret cloak and dagger like society and meet and plan for world domination......
Do you think people who were actually born on either Feb 28th or March 1st have faced "leap year" discrimination their whole life? Constantly having to defend the legitimacy of their date of birth, only to have their special day overshadowed by the pity and weird fascination people have with those damn "leap year babies"?
Do you think it's possible people born in a leap year have some sort of superpowers bestowed upon them as thanks by the cosmos?
I have yet to actually meet someone, let alone engage them in conversation, in real life who was born on Feb 29. But when I do, believe you me I will come fully prepared with a barrage of questions I have a burning desire to be answered.