That's the honest, disgusting, self-centered, selfish, diabolical, stinky, shameful truth (and whatever other degrading words you want to add into the deal).
Now, I know that thinking about facebook friends writing birthday wishes on my wall is okay. There's nothing wrong with being happy that someone wishes you happy birthday. It's just the way I was thinking about it. It's the fact that I was comparing myself other people. It's the fact that if I didn't get enough people to wish me happy birthday on facebook, I wasn't worth anything. I didn't have a great life. I didn't have "friends."
Then I realized I really wasn't worth anything. I'm a sinful, useless, dumb person; and the only reason I ever could call myself worthy of righteousness is because of an all-powerful, gracious, breathtaking, merciful, amazing, loving Savior (and all the other glorious words you want to throw into the deal). So, actually, it wasn't really of those other reasons above, but more that I "loved the praise of men more than the praise of God" (John 12:43. I somehow magically fogot completely that Jesus Christ is the greatest gift I could ever receive (Why do I always forget that?). His gifts of forgiveness of my sins and of His Holy Spirit which guides me are more precious gifts than anything I can ever imagine or desire.
His good wishes don't come for me just on the day I was born, but everyday, and every moment of each day. He's the greatest present I could ever receive (yes, I'm repeating myself).