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I Took my Birthday off of Facebook
and here is what happened…
Yes, it is an image of a cricket. Two crickets, actually.
So it was a week before my birthday and part of me has simply had enough of Facebook. I confess that I used to be someone who said “Happy Birthday” to everyone in my friends list that was having a birthday that day. It was a nice thing to do, to remember them. Sure, it was a pain some days when there were a lot of birthdays, but it did not take too long to simply write a few words.
A couple of years ago I tired of this exercise. It was about the same time that Facebook took to actively reminding me that someone was having a birthday.
Call me oppositional.
“Oppositional.”
OK, maybe I am.
So I stopped one day. No fanfare. No tortured explanation in a paragraph on Facebook about how I was tired of this exercise on Facebook. I just stopped.
Then the fundraiser birthdays started.
And I found myself feeling drawn in a bit, but no, I wasn’t going to give in. Nope. Not going to do it, no matter how worthy the cause. Zuckerberg would not win, would not force me to do what he wanted me to do.
