Let me just start by saying I am 53 years old. I have had cancer, lost my only sibling, lost my husband, raised a family, started a business (or two) been a daughter, wife, mother, aunt, niece, cousin, friend and sibling. I have had real life friendships that cooled over time. Friendships that can go months or years with no contact and pick right up where they left off. Relationships with relatives that I rarely see but think about often. I even have “cyber” friendships with women that I will probably never meet in person but who mean the world to me. In other words, I think I have some grip on appropriate societal behavior. Never have I ever experienced anything so stupid as Facebook friendships. First of all.. who really “knows” 4728 people? Why are you collecting friends? Is it a contest? Secondly, show of hands.. who pays attention to who “likes” or comments on your posts? And for the love of God who, other than a 12 year old who shouldn’t be on FB to begin with, would cut a friend loose simply because they didn’t participate enough in the admiration of their dozens of daily posts? Is this normal? Am I too old to “get it”?
I am not saying the above actually happened to me *cough.. it totally did* because then I’d have to admit that I have been a participant in the whole social media circus and clearly I am above all of that.
Or maybe I’m not. Since I am only friends with people I actually know, with the exception of 1 or 2 people who probably friended me accidentally, I would hope it would be obvious that my lack of response to things like your political/religious posts would indicate that I probably think you’re insane but I love you too much to say so. If I don’t “like” the 27th cute kitty picture you’ve posted in the last 2 hours it’s because a) my eyes are bleeding from all the cuteness or b) I’m afraid to encourage you. If you post pictures of your adorable baby daily, no matter how much I enjoy them, I’m not going to gush over each and every picture. If it would make you feel better I will try to gush once and maybe post “ditto” once or twice, then my admiration of your progeny should be implied. Don’t care what you had for dinner and not afraid to admit that.
Please don’t keep announcing that you’ve found yourself. How the hell do you keep losing yourself? Where do you go? Do you need help with keeping track of your comings and goings? I’m not offering. Just wondering.
In closing, if you are reading this and take offense, please feel free to cut me loose. Who knows? It might just spawn a blog post in your honor.