The prompt word for the day is—Petty.
I shouldn’t share this but I will. Yesterday was my birthday. I’d gone for years—waaay before Facebook—receiving two or three birthday cards in the mail, a handful of phone calls, and my husband and the girls for birthday love. However, with Facebook and my 500+ new friends, I’ve gotten spoiled. More than spoiled, I’ve become vindictive. Petty in a way I never would’ve dreamed possible.
I send birthday comments and make birthday posts to my “friends” pages with the thought in mind that I’m laying groundwork for when it’s my turn to receive the favor. So yesterday—my birthday‑—I expected greetings from every last one of my close “fb friends”. I’d sent hundreds between my last birthday and this one, so at the end of the night, it surprised me—no astonished me—to count only seventy-five likes and 47 comments.
Now I can’t be sure, without painstaking work, the exact persons who didn’t like or comment, but it’s easy to pick out the ones that (in my mind) should have. They are the ones for whom I add the birthday hat, the cake, and the balloon emojis to their greetings.
On others, I Google nice pictures of birthday cakes or flattering pictures of men and women who resembled the birthday man or woman, but are waaay more flattering. I think up witty references to my “friend” and post all of that with a kissy face emoji!
Being ignored by these people was devastating. People I don’t even know wrote “HBD” or clicked the like or love buttons when someone else wrote “Happy Birthday!! Yay!”
Can you understand why I say Facebook has made me petty? Every year—Hmm, year and a half—I go through my friends list and cull out the voyeurs. These are people who never post, post only about themselves, and never like my pictures or my status. They are the ones who at birthday time ignore the list of January birthdays that Facebook so generously shares with us.
I am fond of writing a short status post the day before saying goodbye to the voyeurs explaining why they are of no use to me, and why I don’t need them lurking around in the background. Petty with a capital “P”. It looks like that tradition will be in effect this year, as well.
I’m talking about my personal Facebook page. Not my Author page. That is for my readers who don’t care about my personal life. Any friends I make there are gravy and I am happy to roll with the seven birthday comments I receive there.