I actually liked getting FB voice messages on my birthday - I didn't think I'd like it but it was kinda sweet.
This is funny.
While South of the border, one morning I sent a text to my husband, just saying good morning and that I set up a dentist appointment for myself for the next day.
Then, a few hours later, I asked my friend C what the date was, and he told me. I said "Oh F#ck. It's my husbands damn birthday. Fortunately, he knows how bad I am with dates. When I sent him a cat or something wearing a birthday hat he responded, "I was wondering how long it would take to you realize"
A couple of days after that was C's birthday. Well, I think it was a couple of days later, can't really remember.
I think I knew it was near my husbands, and when I realized it was his birthday, I asked C. when his was again.
He was just as disinterested about it as I am about mine.
But when Mexican friend S found out about it, she wanted to "make a party". C said please don't bother. We all three went to dinner anyway that night and she brought it up again. C said to just consider this his birthday dinner and that Chai could pay for it.
. Way to get a free dinner C.
I asked C if his father wished him a HB or even realized if it was that day. C said "Are you kidding? Norman?" I said, "Oh yeah, you're right"
Two days later, when S and I were at the pool, she brought up to me us doing something for C's birthday, and I said "We did. I bought you all dinner." She pushed it a little saying "Ohhhhh....but it's his birthday"
I told her she could do whatever she wanted, but I was going to believe him when he said he couldn't care less. I honestly don't know what it was she wanted to do. When I later told C about the conversation, he said he had been looking forward to a pinata.
I mean, I don't even know it's my own birthday until either the man mentions it, or if I happen to go on FB within a few days and realize a select group of people must have programed me into whatever calendar they keep so they can feel good about themselves, like they did something. All that does for me is make me feel momentarily awkward like "so am I supposed to be keeping some list of dates for people that are more than 9 years old, like they are going to notice who and who did not keep track?" Too much responsibility for me. If I can't remember (or care) it's my own, or my husband birthday, I sure can't be held responsible for remembering anyone elses. Honestly, I think it's sorta passive agressive.