|I want one! I want one!|
Let’s go back, say 10 years. Before the whole social network thing started attacking everyone like a very determined flu. You went through high-school, you had your close friends, and then the ones you got along pretty well with, the ones whom you were indifferent to, as well as a few (if you are lucky) of those you despised with the fire of a thousand burning suns. And once high school was over, you would be on your merry way, to make the best of what you could in the vast and terrifying world, and ideally you would be in touch, via e-mail or snail mail, with your very close friends; and if you were very lucky you might even develop great friendships with those whom you just ‘got along pretty well with’ and eventually lose all contact with the rest. And that’s how things should be. What is natural need not be forced.
But with facebook, this is impossible. You are still in contact, or ‘in facebook contact’ at least, with several of those school friends, whom you are too nice to delete off your friends list because then – gasp – imagine the ugly misunderstandings that would arise. It’s all just so much more complicated. You are forced to pretend to like each other when actually you don’t really give that much of a toss (or only a slight toss) and that’s when things start to go bad, like sour milk that’s gone by its expiry date. Suddenly you start to see the original friendship (which would have been pleasant enough) in this new and tainted light. You wonder, why aren’t they talking to me? They’re talking to her, and him, so why not ME? Don’t they like me? What did I do? I’m being ignored! Why oh why oh whyyyy. And so on and so forth. I am exaggerating for entertainment purposes. No one need worry for my mental health
; well no one need know about it anyway. Or perhaps, you’re the one who’s moved on first, and you’re receiving very resentful vibes from your online peers. Whatever the case, it’s just unnecessary; it’s a waste of energy and time that could be spent on more useful things, like picking the lint off your woolly socks (which, by the way, is not as time consuming as one might think, if you’re strategic about the whole thing).
Of course, having said all this, I’m kind of, maybe, probably, most likely not going to be running off and deleting those people. And maybe in the end it doesn’t matter. Maybe it’s just a sort of pet peeve that I wanted, or needed, to rant about. And also, most likely, it’s something that everyone needs to figure out or realize on their own. I just resent the unnecessary accumulation of these ‘friends’ when they aren’t even really your friends. I suppose it’s all just for appearances, anyway. We are talking about facebook after all, where it’s about nothing but appearances.