One of the best parts of blogging is having a forum to vent about things that really irk me. Last summer I wrote a post entitled “Birthday wishes on Facebook are lame.” (You can read the diatribe here.) I got a lot of positive responses, but I’m sure there were even more people grumbling about it.
Every day I see people offering birthday salutations on social media so I suppose I’m in the minority on this issue. I just find it amusing to receive 3-word birthday wishes from dozens of people you never speak to, because they saw it in the corner of their home page.
I said in the post that it’s my policy not to recognize birthdays on Facebook. I apologize in advance to friends, colleagues, former coworkers, people I knew in high school, my brother’s friends from high school, family friends I haven’t laid eyes on in 30 years, my kids’ friends’ parents, my parents’ friends’ kids…you get the point.
I will send you an email or give you a call. I may even send you a card in the mail if I get my act together.
I love birthday cake!
This week I am celebrating a birthday. Here’s what I had to say in my previous post about that:
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 ….would be to comment on my blog. Then I’ll know you care enough to read the very best.
Rereading this, it sounds kind of bitter. I’m sorry for that, Facebook users. I’m generally a positive person but I also gotta keep it real.
If you’re reading this, you’ve clicked on my blog and that’s the best present. If you want extra brownie points, leave a comment! It’s like icing on the cake.
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