(Copy-pasted from my Facebook Account)
My only birthday wish is to spend a paperwork-free night with my brother. I am dumping all of my obligations to tomorrow. If you expect something from me by Friday night, you'll either get it tomorrow or early Friday. If you fail to notify me prior, that sucks. Do not disturb me on Friday night. I will purposely ignore you. Thank you. (This announcement will self destruct 0800 tomorrow)
I have also shut down my Facebook timeline, and set my birthdate to "only me" mode. I have done it before. And I will do it again. It's funny how I make such a big deal out of it. I just cannot tolerate the fact that people depend on some piece of program for brain functions. You don't need Facebook to remind you of your friends' birthdays. And I certainly don't want you to remember. (Or maybe I'm just too lazy to click "like" on every monotonous greeting I get on Facebook that one time of the year. Damn, even copy-pasting "Thank you :)" on every post is tiring.)
Maybe it's just me, but I do try to remember birthdays. Just of those closest to me. If I don't remember your birthday, as you don't remember mine, it simply means we aren't as close as you might think. And if true close friends just happens to remember the day you were born, they don't need Facebook for anything else. Contact me by any means, because if you truly are real, your greeting's meant to be seen. If you know my number, good for you. See? You don't need Facebook to send a birthday greeting. You can text me. And that will mean so much more. That means we are close enough for me to trust you with eleven random digits. What if you didn't get my number? That's okay. I won't hold it against you. Hell I don't even care. Why? Because then, once again, it simply means we aren't as close as you might think. Don't bother. Don't act so desperate. You can find a better friend.
So if you're a true friend, I'll expect your greeting anytime soon.
Cheers,
LG
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