I turn 30 years old today. It’s not so bad, really.Well, that’s not entirely true. Drinking heavily and generally acting like a carefree and irresponsible dumbass has started to lose its luster and physically hurt way more.But it’s cool. I’m easing into a pleasant life of moderation, and that’s fine. Sure, my curly locks might be going completely gray, but hey, check out King Buzzo. I figure I’m in good company. I can deal with it.What I’m becoming increasingly incapable of dealing with is the existential dilemma of the Facebook Birthday. As I’m sure almost any Facebook user has experienced, if you make your birthday public on Facebook it inevitably leads to a deluge of mostly generic well wishes on your wall once your birthday rolls around. A good chunk of this outpouring of sentiment tends to come from people you haven’t seen or spoken to outside of the context of Facebook in 10 or more years.Inevitably you start to ask yourself “Is this real?”Read the rest at Motherboard.