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madrobinsAnd about the ubiquity and dubious whateverthehell of social media and stuff...I can remember some birthdays when, single and living in a new place, with a family that would remember but not necessarily make a fuss, my birthday felt like the most depressing day of the year. And I've never been good at the sort of "Hey, today's my birthday, you can all say Happy Birthday now" angling which may constitute healthily asking for what I need, but just feels slightly pathetic when I do it.
This year, between emails and the odd post and an astonishing Wall of Birthday Wishes on Facebook, I feel tremendously...I don't know. Acknowledged? It's not that all these people remembered my birthday (though some did). It's that, being reminded of it, so many people took a moment to say Happy Birthday. It makes the day cheery in a way that I would never have anticipated before the wonders of the Web.
Just another unanticipated benefit of Living in the Future.
This year, between emails and the odd post and an astonishing Wall of Birthday Wishes on Facebook, I feel tremendously...I don't know. Acknowledged? It's not that all these people remembered my birthday (though some did). It's that, being reminded of it, so many people took a moment to say Happy Birthday. It makes the day cheery in a way that I would never have anticipated before the wonders of the Web.
Just another unanticipated benefit of Living in the Future.