I have at least one person I went to high school with, 36 years ago, as a "friend" on Facebook. She's a Republican, who once linked to a "thank George Bush" item, and lately had a silly objection to the name the Obamas picked for their puppy, Bo (as in Diddley, Michelle's father's nickname).
This "friend" from the dark (I should say dim) days of my past, at a school I did not particularly feel a part of, posts more than any of my other "friends". It was starting to get to me, and I found myself thinking about what she might think of my posts.
She was not a close friend in high school. We were not even in the same circles, and in a class with 42 students there were not that many circles. So why would I care what she thinks? I was slipping back into my insecure teenage self.
So I did the only sensible thing. I hid her posts. I don't care if she sees what I post. I don't want to be so rude as to "unfriend" her just yet. She contacted me and I consented to connect. But I don't have to be reminded of her every time I open Facebook.
There are a few others who I hide. I don't care to read about drunken parties, I don't live that kind of life. I don't care to read posts peppered with foul language. Those words are for shock value, keep them dry until you really need them.
That is all.
This "friend" from the dark (I should say dim) days of my past, at a school I did not particularly feel a part of, posts more than any of my other "friends". It was starting to get to me, and I found myself thinking about what she might think of my posts.
She was not a close friend in high school. We were not even in the same circles, and in a class with 42 students there were not that many circles. So why would I care what she thinks? I was slipping back into my insecure teenage self.
So I did the only sensible thing. I hid her posts. I don't care if she sees what I post. I don't want to be so rude as to "unfriend" her just yet. She contacted me and I consented to connect. But I don't have to be reminded of her every time I open Facebook.
There are a few others who I hide. I don't care to read about drunken parties, I don't live that kind of life. I don't care to read posts peppered with foul language. Those words are for shock value, keep them dry until you really need them.
That is all.
posted by Pheidias at 4/14/2009 (link)
2 Comments:
It occurs to me that it might give me pleasure to be the last one of my class. I will go to my 73rd reunion just to say, "I outlived the bastards!"
But if I'm the only one there from my class, it's not really a reunion, is it?
Facebook, eh? I got sucked in a few weeks ago by a young friend who insisted I give it a try in order to view photos of her recent trip to Peru. My goodness! have turned off all possible "pokes" "games" and "quizzes" as well as hiding (but, like you, not "un-friending" -- and since when, by the way did the word "friend" become a verb?) the more egregiously compulsive posters among my current roster. I'm pretty sure folks from my geriatric age group could bring that place down in less than a week. All it would take is regular updates about the latest arthritis remedies, photo uploads from colonoscopies, etc. I tell ya, the younger generation would be out of there so fast and on to the next latest-greatest social networking place. It's an interesting world we live in, no doubt about it :-)
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