Just in case you’re wondering, yes I do have a Facebook page. I actually have a lot of friends via my Facebook page. Some of my friends are ones who I went to college with and lost contact with. Some are family and some are masonic, eastern star, frat & soror from all over. Not to pop my own collar but I am social butterfly in the world of Facebook.
I will be the first to say that Facebook is quite beneficial. I have linked up with college buddies via Facebook. I have linked up with members of my sorority, brother fraternity, siStars and brothers from around the country. If you travel like I do, trust me this is truly a benefit. On the flip side Facebook is the devil incarnate. First off, my page is locked down. I just can’t have everyone being my Facebook friend. Not that I put all of my business out there. Simply put, I just don’t want everyone to be my Facebook friend. Some people have sent me a request and I will deny them and if necessary block them without a thought. Some of my friends may be my fiends but even they have restrictions regarding what they can and see on my page. If you really piss me off you will lose the benefit of being my Facebook friend.
All of this brings me to the fuckery of Facebook. It would appear that in 2011, Facebook can make or break a relationship
hit the road jack. I’m not just talking about romantic relationships. I’m talking about platonic relationships, employment relationship even familial relationships . There are some that have taken great stock in being Facebook friends and if you are not their Facebook friend then you’re not their friend. Sounds strange, doesn’t it? I have heard stories of how folks literally picked up their phone and called a person when they either didn’t approve their friendship or was deleted. I mean come on now…are you serious. Now I can’t front. On one occasion I was deleted from a page and because I thought it was by accident I asked. When that person gave her reason I gave a Kanye shrug and kept it moving I don’t GAF. One of my sorority sisters would not make me her friend for months citing that she spoke with me almost everyday. You think I cared? That would be a “NO!” When she finally blurted out one day that she was making me her friend I chuckled. At the end of the day, my real friends who happen to be my Facebook friends also have my real contact information as do I. It is really not that serious.
I wish that I can say that the one’s crying about their non-Facebook status are children. I would be lying. These folks are grown adults. These are the people who the minute you post a status change they are liking it and commenting on it. They are the people who change their status 50 million times a day
breakfast, lunch and dinner. They’ve looked through each and every one of their friends pages and commented on all of their picture. Yeah they are the Facebook fiends no life and probably friendless in reality. In reality, it is all hilarious when you think about it. Facebook is all a part of social media. It was created so that people who didn’t know each other could become friends. It was not meant to be your beat or jump street venue or family reunion page. Facebook has more drama than All my Children. I scratch my head wondering, is it really that serious. Apparently it is to the facebookers. Personally, I could care less if your my Facebook friend. Chances are we’re not even real friends but that’s a story for a nother day. Moral of the story, I have real friends in real life. If I don’t want to be your Facebook friend please don’t call me. I’m best friends with Tone and you will be too.
QOTD: Are you Facebook friendly?