The Age I Hate Facebook

Today is my 41st birthday. Before you go all, “Happy Birthday,” in the comments, please know that I have reached an age and disposition where I hate my birthday. Call me cranky, call me a spoil sport, call me cynical but whatever you do, don’t call to wish me a happy birthday.

This means that Jan. 18 has now become the one day a year I really don’t like Facebook. While I realize the intent is good and am genuinely humbled that so many people take a moment to post a birthday message on my wall, I’m smart enough to call bullshit on them . If it weren’t for the fact that Facebook beats them about the head and face, telling them it’s my birthday as soon as they login in the morning and several times more throughout the day, not a single Facebook friend would know it is my birthday.

This doesn’t mean these friends are disingenuous in their wishes. But what kind of pat on the back are you willing to give someone who just blindly follows instructions?


Nobody ever buys you a gift. Which is fine. You don’t deserve a prize because it happens to be the same day on the calendar your mother’s gynecologist induced labor. But a bunch of people will write on your wall. It’s quick, easy and, let’s be honest, enough.  More than 90 percent of the friends we have on Facebook are just people we know well enough to want to know how they’re doing and what they’re up to, but not well enough to want to ever actually talk to them.

Facebook has made high school class reunions obsolete. Now, we can get a snapshot of everyone’s life without the burden of having to show them how much weight we’ve gained or hair we’ve lost. My 48 X 48 avatar will have to do, dammit. They don’t need to see the effects of early onset liver disease.

Unfortunately, it’s also making birthday wishes annoying. God forbid you have text or app notifications turned on for Facebook on your birthday! Not only will you not be able to sleep in, your phone will go off every 32 seconds to alert you someone else has posted on your wall. The best you can hope for is front pocket, on vibrate and a sustained string of them all in a row.

The wall post is Meh. You want to do something for my birthday that I’ll really appreciate? Send over a stripper. Want me to never forget that it was you? Have her write your name on her ass. I promise I’ll never forget you remembered my birthday..

January 18, 2014

  • H.B. Elkins

    I agree with you on so many levels. I’m getting crankier as I get older (just ask your mother) and my birthday is not really a big deal. It’s just another day, and five out of every seven years it’s just another work day. I don’t have those notifications activated, and I have Timeline (or Wall) posts disabled, so I had to deal with an onslaught of private messages every year until I finally decided to remove my birthday from public view so the notification wouldn’t show up. I don’t mean to sound ungrateful for the wishes, but I had to take a lot of time to respond to each one of them. So I can definitely relate to what you’re saying here.

    That said, I do hope you have a good day. Your mom didn’t ask for advice on what to get you this year, so that means she probably got you something awesome instead of whatever lame idea I gave her a couple of years ago when she asked.

    • She got me a guilt complex and a prescription for Xanax. Heh.

  • I’m heading to Facebook now to retract my message. 😛

  • RPF

    So…um… maybe don’t visit the Pod For You forum for a few days until the “new posts” list rolls over a little… You could always leave your birthday blank everywhere and keep people guessing…

    • Heh. I’m not really that crotchety about it. 😉

  • Oooo you have text/app notifications turned on huh? *evil grin*