Nadia says I shouldn't blog when I'm sick

She's probably right. I get delusional, and depressed and feel it neccessary to bring down the rest of you with me. There's something about facebook that makes the world a more unsettling place-- and it's the birthday notifications. If you're like me, and you're absolutely horrible with birthdays, then you think that the birthday notification feature is fantastic. But when you're the recipient of all these birthday greetings, you really can't help but wonder whether or not these people remembered on their own, or whether it was the FB reminder. You spend a few minutes (or hours if you're neurotic like me) wondering which of the two it really is. Until finally you realize that of course they did not remember, of course it was the notification that reminded them. People just don't have those kinds of memories anymore. We have devices that remember all of these integral details for us. I really think that in a few years we will lose all our memory senses and simply technologically log everything that ever happens to us, with an index that we can reference at any given moment. I don't care if you remember my birthday. I did, once upon a time, but not anymore. And it is for this reason why I do not wish Happy Birthdays via wall posts or FB messages. If you are anyone to me, I will call you, or come see you, or send you a card-- that will be my birthday wish for you. But I will not tell you on your facebook, because let's face it, if that is what you're doing, chances are that without the notification you would have had no idea that it was my birthday. And that's fine-- our memories are garbage. But don't live under the pretense or assumption that the recipient will love you a little more for remembering. Because we know. I know, you didn't remember, you read about it.