Tell you this, I recently lost a friend, uh, on Facebook. And also in real life. Uh, I lost him because of this
social media interaction. Uh, my friend posted
the following: “Happy birthday
to the most amazing, unique, “funny and creative
six-year-old son “a man could ever ask for. “Daddy loves you so much. Happy birthday, Timmy.” So I went on
and commented on that, “Hey, man. Why didn’t you tag Timmy
in your status?” And he replied to that, “Because he’s six, he doesn’t
have a Facebook account.” And so I replied to that, “Yeah, exactly. Stop that shit.” You can’t wish someone
Happy Birthday on Facebook if they don’t have an account. That means it’s for you, and that’s (bleep) crazy. But we all just let it happen because of the disconnect
of social media. Like 15 years ago,
if you would’ve wanted that same perverse
reinforcement from me, you know the weird behavior
you had to go through to get it? You’d have literally had
to call me on my telephone. “Hey, Cy. “It’s my son Tim’s
sixth birthday today. “So I just wanted to say
‘Happy Birthday, Tim. “‘You light up every room
you walk into. “‘My days will never be dark now
due to your presence. “‘And I just love you
so much, bud. “‘Daddy loves you so much.
Hugs and kisses. I love you.
I love you, bud.'” “All right, so is he on the
other line then, or… Conference call situation?” “Nope, he’s in his room playing
with his toys by hisself. “But did I do good? “Do you like me now?
Did I do good? God, I’m so sad.”