I got 178 wall posts on my birthday, but not one phonecall.
And I bought flowers from the boy on the traffic light. I brought them home. I said they were from my friends at work.
And I just wrote, "Dear friends, thank you all for the birthday wishes!" But what I really wanted to say was, dear "friends", please, please don't add to the visual pollution on my wall by wishing my a happy birthday. Save it. No, I don't appreciate it. In fact, it makes me angry. It hurts my eyes. The five a's or y's in "happy", the ugly smilies, the long row of exclamation marks.
It makes me sad.
I want a cake, not a picture of a cake.
I want cards and letters and gifts. I want things I can touch.
I wrote, "I had a lovely day", but I actually had a less-than-ordinary day, an almost sad day.
And it's my fault.