Facebook is a funny cyber-world. We all go through some kind of thought process in “friend-ing” folks. Though every person’s criteria for clicking “accept” is different, there is some bar to be met. On the other end, there’s the process of de-friending – the touchy, sensitive clicking someone off of your friend list, barring them from your timeline, never to know what you had for lunch again. How many times have you seen someone post a message about being defriended? Aren’t they so sad in their mystery and wondering why this happened to them? I admit, I have defriended some folks. And perhaps, I have been defriended, too – but due to my tech-savviness, I don’t even know if I have been or not.
So for those who notice that you no longer see my smiling face or my status about my craziness, here are 5 reasons you may have been defriended.
You posted too many Scandal spoilers. I wasn’t watching Scandal in season 1, so all the posts were a mild annoyance filling up my timeline (and my Twitter feed). But by season 2, I was catching up and watching on demand. The posts weren’t so bad because I was so far behind, I didn’t know what folks were talking about yet, anyway. But now, that I am in the present season, but a few episodes behind – it’s killing me! Even if they aren’t intentional plot spoilers, I don’t want to know nothing. All the posts of who is playing Olivia’s momma – come on, folks – I didn’t want to know her mom was going to even show up! So, if you’re defriended, check your Scandal posts.
You posted the sex of your baby prior to its birth. Yeah, I’m one of those rare people who don’t want to know whether the baby is a boy or girl until it breathes oxygen in its lungs. I didn’t find out with any of my four and I don’t want to know any of my friends. Yes, I did warn my god-daughter’s mother that she was free to post her sonogram if she wanted to, but if anyone commented on the gender, I was going to click the defriend button. Pregnant friends, you have been warned.
You complain too much. Oh, woe is me, nobody likes me, my life is awful, I’m so sad, but I’m not going to tell you why I’m singing the blues. Okay, then I can’t help you and you’re dragging me down. Click. But you won’t notice anyway because you’ll be too busy waiting for comments that say “keep your head up,” “you gonna make it thru,” “I’m here for you.” I can’t be there for you if I don’t know where you're at.
You posted too many long, sappy stories about God and faith that didn’t make any sense. Now, I’m a Christian and I’m all for faithful encouragement, some of y’all’s Bible verses hit the mark for me on some days and I’m grateful for that unexpected little reminder and boost. But some folks and their “true stories” of God’s will - you know the ones – they don’t build me up nor give me strength. They annoy me because they’re bad stories and I don’t believe them. And they take up too much space on my little phone screen.
You have a perfect family. Right now, there are towels on the bathroom floor, candy wrappers on the couch, a wet bathing suit in a swim bag, no milk in the fridge, and an unidentified pair of socks in my living room. My kids didn’t eat their breakfast, didn’t like their lunch, and will demand pizza for dinner. Within five minutes of being home from school, they will have argued with each other sibling, spilled a cup of apple juice, and asked me 100 questions. Most of my week is spent as a pseudo-single mom because my husband’s job takes him to Texas or Paris or on long lunches in Virginia. Your neat home, perfectly behaved children, happy date nights, and balanced meals affect my self-esteem. My therapists said to defriend you.
You posted too many pictures of your pet cat. I don’t like cats. That’s all. (I know, that makes 6, but I wanted you to know.)
If I have defriended you and you did not commit one of these atrocities, it could just be that I could not remember who you were and I needed to cull my friend list. Nothing personal.
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