Will you be my friend?

I love facebook. I really do. I love connecting with old friends. I love keeping up with friends in different cities.   I even love keeping up with what’s going on with the folks I see on a regular basis. As a matter of fact sometimes, especially on days like today when we really didn’t see each other before 10pm, I get more information about Marshall’s day from facebook than from actual conversations. Some would argue that that’s not a good thing.   I think it is…we did at least communicate. Without facebook or texting, we probably wouldn’t have connected at all today. Sad, but true.

BUT…I have one big gripe with Facebook. Well, not facebook, but my own “internal facebook ethic”.

Here are two scenarios that grate on my nerves:

1. An old “friend” from high school sends a friend request. We weren’t friends in high school. I knew you…you knew me. (Seriously, it’s a small town…we all knew each other.) But I didn’t talk to you and you surely didn’t talk to me. So why do you want to talk to me now??  What is it that I can offer you?  Are you just curious about where I ended up?  Are you checking to see if your predictions about me came true?  I’m sure you heard that I got my boobs “done”.  Are you checking to see if it’s true??  (The answer is yes, btw.  But not the way most people do it.)

2. An old “friend” sends a friend request.  I accept.  Then (s)he proceeds to send you message after message after message.  (S)he comments on everything you do.  (As in my previous posts…if you think I’m talking about you, you’re probably wrong.  I’m not talking about anyone that I know regularly reads my blog.)  I get to the point where I wonder why in the world I accepted the friend request.  Silly drama from years ago pops up.  Stories I’d long forgotten(on purpose) are now back in my “sphere of reality”.  And sometimes (s)he just plain out annoys me.  But I can’t un-friend you.  I can’t.  See…I look at your friend list, and you don’t have that many friends.  And I know that if I do un-friend you, you’ll notice.  And I don’t want to be that mean.

And then I start to wonder am I that mean? If I want to un-friend you, but don’t…is that like thinking someone’s ugly and not telling them?  Or wanting so badly to say something negative about someone, but not doing it because you just shouldn’t.  Is it wrong to think it if you don’t say it?

P.S.  IT ALSO DRIVES ME A LITTLE BIT NUTS WHEN PEOPLE YELL AT ME IN ALL CAPS ONLINE OR IN TEXTS.  PLEASE STOP USING CAPS UNLESS YOU’RE TICKED AT ME.  I AM SOMETIMES NOT SMART ENOUGH TO FIGURE OUT WHETHER YOU ARE YELLING OR NOT.  PLUS IT’S JUST HARD TO READ, ISN’T IT?