Texting is the most impersonal means of communication I can think of.
Which is why I absolutely do not want to get a birthday message by text.
Pick up the phone and call me.
Send me a card.
Send me an email, even.
But if you text me a birthday greeting you’re telling me that I am not important enough for you to think about for more than a nano-second.
Or that you are super lazy. Which is not my problem, but yours.
So when I got a text message from my (blood) nephew that said “Happy birthday!” the other day while I was waiting for my plane in a Montana airport, I texted back the following:
I’m sorry. This phone does not accept birthday messages by text.
My phone rang immediately. It was my 26-year-old (blood) nephew.
“You really ought to call Verizon and get that fixed,” he said.
Yes, blood always shows, doesn’t it?
That’s my nephew!