Although i used to be born on might twenty six, i made a decision last week to require a stab at one among the foremost annoying of social networking phenomena — the Facebook birthday.
We all skills it goes.
Once a year, on the wonderful day of your nativity, Facebook treats you to your quarter-hour of fame by putting your name on prime of everyone’s news feed.
People then flock to your profile where they obnoxiously post things like “HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” or “Dude, have an awesome day! check that it's an evening you won’t bear in mind man! Like, seriously, simply get totally slammed bro!”
These Facebook “friends” that send you their net well needs will vary from your succor who can little doubt be celebrating with you later, to your mother who tried to friend you a dozen times before you finally relented, to the woman who you barely even bear in mind from a bar 3 years ago.
And before you make preparations for bed, you register one last time to ascertain who did (and didn’t) write on your wall, count the amount of posts and check that your nemesis didn’t receive a lot of greetings throughout her birthday last week.
Don’t get me wrong. I’m not trashing folks that say, “Happy Birthday.” Anytime one among my real friends’ names pop up, I feel it necessary to relinquish them their dues.
But the individuals I don’t get are those who put into effect wishing happy birthday to each person they need ever met in their lives.
Seriously, why would a woman from highschool who I never talked to waste her time 5 years later telling me how awesome she hopes my day can be?
I labeled this cluster of users the BFFs Birthday Facebook Fanatics and subsequently conducted a social experiment to ascertain simply how prevalent they're.
I modified my birthday on Facebook to Friday last week. I did this to seek out out what percentage of an equivalent folks that wanted me well 3 months ago would do it once more.
Yes, I know. I’m a douche. And when a bunch of women brought me cookies that morning, I felt dangerous regarding my lie.
But for the sake of science, I simply went with it.
I have regarding 800 friends on Facebook.
On my real birthday, eighty eight individuals wrote on my wall. Last Friday, ninety one did an equivalent. of that cluster, fourteen of them rightfully known as me out for double dipping within the birthday pool.
But that variety doesn’t return anywhere near the twenty nine folks that wanted me happy birthday for the second time this year. That’s an astounding thirty three p.c of the initial cluster.
Two of these individuals even came to my party a mere 3 months ago. I mean, will Alzheimer’s extremely kick during this early?
Though the cluster of recidivists ranges from my actual friends to others who are previous classmates or acquaintances, all of them have one issue in common. they're BFFs, and my experiment shows they're out in force.
I’m not discouraging the good expression of wishing others the most effective on Facebook. I’m simply saying before you opt to put in writing “Happi Burphday!” on someone’s wall, suppose to yourself — “Do I even understand this person enough to fake like I care?” Don’t be a BFF and send it to everybody by default.
As for me, I apologize to anyone who was deceived throughout the creating of this study. I actually have hidden my date of birth on Facebook to make amends for the second birthday I wrongfully celebrated this year.
Now individuals can ought to recollect it the quaint method or not recollect it the least bit.
Either way, the BFFs won’t be able to haunt me any further. Jeremy Dailey could be a first-year law student from Conyers with a degree in political science
Avoid the happy birthday Facebook cult
