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As I was scrolling through my photo album trying to track down rarely-seen pictures to post for my friend’s birthday, I was hit with a wave of exhaustion. In what I admit could be filed under “humiliating non-issues,” I became frustrated by the expectation that I had to make a public show of my love for her through a carefully curated mix of nostalgic old Snapchat videos and more flattering recent shots.

I’d only myself to blame here, for I set the precedent. For years, I’ve been the type to post birthday shoutouts for just about any friend I regularly keep in touch with, and thus, I’d become beholden to the assumption that on each of my closest ~20 friends/family members' birthdays, a full social rollout dedicated to them was to come. But on this pivotal day last summer, I ma

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