I had a discussion recently with someone about this. Since we don’t really celebrated our birthdays we weren’t sure what’s “normal “.
- I go out of my way to not have people know my birthday. 
- In Germany it’s customary for those having the birthday to bring cake to work. That way coworkers know. - And friends should find out when you invite them to a birthday party. Doesn’t have to be a big party when you’re an adult. You just invite them, eat something together, have some fun. Depends on the friend group. - TIL Hobbit Culture was based, in part, on Germans. 
- Another win for home offices! 
 
- It’s January 1st, 1970 no matter who (or what) asks - Unix time? 
- You’re exactly 5 years older than me. What a coincidence! 
- Heh, you old af. My condolences. - But at least that’s a nice round number. 
 
- Nobody knows my birthday. - For adults unless your throwing a party, it’s not something that comes up. 
- My birthday I keep to myself and whoever remembers remembers haha. - I used to forget others birthdays but the people who matter most to me I’ve made the effort to remember as best I can. Last year I started putting birthdays into my calendar as a recurring event so I don’t miss them. I just set a reminder a week or two prior if I want time to get a gift! 
- deleted by creator - I think the last time I celebrated any holiday was buying some champagne when Kissinger died. 
 
- I don’t particularly like celebrating birthdays or holidays so I definitely do not expect anyone to remember. I also avoid telling my birthday whenever I can evading as I can. That being said I throw peoples birthday into my cal as I discover them so I can be congnizant of them since most people do celebrate that stuff. If you want to impress me though get me a really relevant gift out of the blue that you got for free, made, or was just a steal of a deal. or a handmedown. don’t be like seinfeld though and lie to me on how cheap you got the thing as the experience should be authentic. 
- Those that know, know. I don’t like the extra attention on an arbitrary day. I also don’t message people happy birthday. Only if I see you in person or you’re my wife and I’m away. 
- I hate birthdays so I am OK with everyone forgetting 
- I don’t celebrate my birthday and I don’t tell people my birthday unless it’s required for something. 
- I try to be fair, and since I don’t remember others people’s birthdays, I don’t mind if anyone (other than my family) remembers mine. 
- I don’t want people to know my birthday 
- I do my best to not telling anyone so only a few people know. I’m allergic to pointless social interactions and that is one of them for me. At my job nobody knows. 
- If they’re close friends and family I definitely expect them to remember. It’s a good indicator of who I can trust in my life as well, those who usually remember just also happen to be on the trustworthy list. - We’ve been debating whether someone remembering a birthday is a reflection of how much they care or not. - Remembering birthdays is a reflection of how much someone cares about birthdays. There’s no need to read anything more into that. - Many people (this thread is an example) are either completely indifferent to birthdays or even dislike them. To us (I’m indifferent) birthdays are totally pointless and basically a fact related to identification, like a student number or social insurance number. I remember my student and social insurance number because I have to, in order to function at school and in society. I don’t ask anyone else’s student numbers because it’s entirely pointless and useless information to me. - Well said. 
 
- For me it correlates so yes. I’m not saying one is necessarily caused by the other. - Conversely, I set up birthday reminders for the people I care about. 
- Everyone has smart phones and already adds people’s phone numbers in their contacts. Just add their birthdays as well and you will be reminded. If you don’t, you don’t care. 
 
 
- I couldnt care less. I never understood how people would be angry at others for forgetting their birthdays. Its just a damn anniversary… 









