May I vent for a moment? (What’s a blog for if not to vent.)
Social media is a useful tool and I’ve reconnected with many friends (and random people I don’t care about) on Facebook. But I’ve had it with the Facebook birthday wishes.
Back in the day, when you wanted to wish a friend good tidings on his/her birthday you had to buy a card and/or make a phone call.
Now all you have to do is sign on to Facebook and move an eyeball to the right corner of the page and your computer will spoon-feed you the birthdays of all your “friends.”
I started thinking about the unspoken hierarchy of ways to offer birthday wishes and came up with this:
—Personal visit (Rare but special and may or may not involve gift-giving.)
—Phone call (Personal and requires time, effort and thought.)
—Mailing a card ( You thought about your friend ahead of time and like him/her enough to do an extra errand to buy a card and a stamp.)
—Sending an email (You didn’t think ahead but did remember on your own and want to send a personal message tailored to the receiver.)
—Sending an e-card (For last-minute-Charlie’s who forgot to send a card but want to acknowledge you. At least they took the time to join Blue Mountain and pick those cute cartoon dancing animals. )
—Posting on Facebook wall (For any schmo you’ve known since grammar school, or worked with 5 years ago, or see at your kids’ school events, who has a finger to click a mouse.)
Facebook birthday wishes take no thought at all. In fact, most Facebook wishes probably happen because that person was already on Facebook inappropriately flirting with an ex, posting flattering self-portraits, or promoting something (I plead guilty to that) and saw the birthday reminder on the home screen and deemed you worthy of a shout out.
As a policy, I don’t wish people happy birthday on Facebook because I don’t want to be one among scores of people piling on, and I prefer to send my salutations in a more personal way.
For those of you who want to hollah at me on my special day, I beg you to send me an email or give me a call. Don’t wish me a happy birthday on Facebook and think that if it’s followed by three exclamation points instead of one, I’ll know you really care.
Plus then I’ll have to send a big , fake “Thank you! I feel the love!” to all the slackers who contributed to the birthday comments. I hate that.
The best gift you could get me (but not til next April) would be to comment on my blog. Then I’ll know you care enough to read the very best.