HAPPY ANNIVERSARY…to ME??? RIGHT!!!
On this day I will mend a quarrel, search for a forgotten friend, fight for a principle, show gratitude to God, and tell someone, “I love you.”
I recently opened the social category of my Google Mail account to find at least a dozen LINKEDIN messages. Out of curiosity I clicked on the most recent one because it purportedly came from a beloved family member. The text read:
Congratulations on your anniversary.
Okay! Great! What anniversary??? Most mornings I wake up clothed in my right mind, cognizant of the blessings of good health and mobility, most mornings. I have a great memory, but it’s short; and my crystal ball doesn’t work, much to my chagrin. The question is, what did I do? And if it’s worth celebrating, why can’t I remember? Honestly, as the greetings continue to roll in, I’m clueless.
What was I wearing? Seriously, how was I dressed? Believe me, how I looked matters, more than words can convey. Was my make-up flawless? Did I remember to put earrings in my ears? Was I wearing one of my wristwatches? Where did this activity take place? Who else was present? What did we do? Or, if it wasn’t an actionable item, per se, what did I achieve? How can I describe my accomplishment? I did update my LINKEDIN profile in an attempt to more closely align it with what I’m doing now, but is a social media status update necessarily worthy of a celebration?
Congratulations on your anniversary. I hope you’re doing well.
Yes, now that you’ve asked, I am doing well. I’m just confused. Mind you I’m not above missing the punchline. I get perplexed and sometimes I really just don’t get it. My birthday was in January. My wedding anniversary is still a way off…and so I ask again, somewhat warily… happy anniversary to me??? For what??
Since this anniversary greeting is a computer generated puzzle, I’ve decided to release all vestiges of anxiety about a lost day, or weekend. I can reconstruct my life using my daily calendar and diary entries. Oh, but wouldn’t it be lovely to have an anniversary of something, anything, to celebrate? Do I need a milestone of any sort to find a reason to celebrate just being alive? All right then, so a social media program randomly chose me to bestow anniversary wishes. Instead of questioning a set of probabilities offering infinite possibilities and scenarios I’ll accept the best wishes as a gift.
Software algorithms aren’t human, yet in my case the sheer force of manipulated programming language has given me a reason to be thankful and an excuse to celebrate. I don’t know most of the people who have taken time to congratulate me on this most unusual anniversary. I do appreciate their thoughtfulness, though. Out of the mystery of cyberspace, Internet technology, and the banality of ubiquitous social media, I’ve found a moment of felicity, acts of grace, and a reason to celebrate. Happy anniversary to me: life is good!