Facebook Told Me It Was Your Birthday, So…Yeah.
Today is my birthday. Turning 23 isn’t exactly a special milestone (other than, you know, still being alive, I guess), but nonetheless, hopefully it’s a fun day to hang with my friends, play some video games, and have a few beers.
But with every birthday, since the advent of Facebook, it’s been interesting to see who wishes you a happy birthday. Let me preface what I’m going to say by saying that I am, in fact, grateful that people acknowledge me on my birthday. It’s nice. But, realistically, how many people will I actually return this pleasantry to when their time comes?
See, the problem with having your birthday outed on the main page of Facebook is that it compels some people that you never talk to to wish you a happy birthday. And like I said, it’s nice, and very kind of them. It’s just that one simple factor that bothers me: the part where, apart from being Facebook friends, we do not talk. At all.
I don’t want them to feel compelled to do so because Facebook brings it up.
Look, if we don’t talk or would never talk in the real world, it just sits weird with me that you would take this opportunity to go out of your way for this. I mean, I don’t really use Facebook too often anymore, so unless we talk regularly, your chances of getting a happy birthday back from me is basically zilch. I’m not trying to be rude about it; it’s simply the cold hard truth.
And that’s another thing: Am I expected to say happy birthday back, just to return the favour? Scratch your back if you scratch mine? If that’s the case, fuck that noise. I should want to wish you well, not have to, and I think because of things like Facebook, the line between have to and want to on this subject gets blurry for some people.
Of course, if this bothers me as much as it does, the simple solution is to remove these people I maintain no contact with whatsoever from Facebook…but like I said, I don’t really use it all that much anymore, and being the lethargic son of a bitch that I am, I’m more content with time simply taking its course and the people on the other end cut the ties themselves. If they ever do.
And, if I may, one little aside: don’t beg people on Twitter, or any social network, to wish you a happy birthday. It’s just…I don’t know if “tacky” is the right word, but I’ll use it for now. Begging for acknowledgement at all because it’ll stiffen your ego boner for a little while is kinda immature, and I wish people would just quit that.
My point in all this is I find it weird when people wish me a happy birthday when we don’t talk, I don’t want them to think they have to just because they discovered that it’s my birthday, and I’d be more comfortable if they didn’t say anything.
…but because they did anyways, I’ll say that’s nice of them.