So Facebook has approximately 597 billion users or something. OK fine I have no idea how many users Facebook has. I made it up. eh hem... My point was that Facebook has a ton of users GUYS.
Personally, I hate talking on the phone. I am not a phone chatter, so Facebook and texting helps make me a happier, more communicative person. And less of a person who ignores responding to a back log of phone messages. Really, besides texting, what is a better way to communicate in this day and age than Facebook?
So how do you decide if defriending someone is offensive or not? Don't you think it would be much kinder to send the person you want to defriend a Generic Letter of Intent, so they at least know why you're dumping them and they aren't surprised when they go to message you about setting up a playdate or something?
I got defriended before. I have to admit I was a little offended. At first I couldn't decide if I was offended or relieved. Then I was all, "That asshat that I haven't spoken with since 11th grade defriended me?? Who does he think he is??" And now it's all awkward when I walk past him in the grocery store because I feel all squinty-eyed and defensive. But whatever, at least he has the balls that I don't. I mean that literally and figuratively, because you know, I'm a girl. And I also don't really have the balls to defriend people. Mostly because I don't like to hurt people's feelings. Who knew I was so nice?
Facebook is a tough thing. You start up with it, you get excited to reconnect, you get all feeling like you're popular because you have 276 friends. Woo hoo! Then you realize that you kind of lost contact with most of those "friends" for a reason. Like, maybe they weren't really your friends to begin with. So initially you get caught up in the whole thing but then you find yourself stuck with friends who aren't your friends, and you really aren't sure if you want them looking at that adorable picture of your placenta.
FYI, I never posted an adorable picture of my placenta (NOT MINE ^). I may actually gag at the thought. I've heard that people have posted pictures of their placentas and other miscellaneous disgusting things and I'm not really sure why. I mean, I'm sure my placentas were as adorable as everyone else's placentas, but for the love of all that is normal, someone please tell me why we would post such things?
Anyway, I don't really think there is a delicate way to defriend someone. I've just really learned about the ways to make certain things private, and I use those features for people I don't feel close enough to share everything with.
Not that I'm hugely into Facebook or anything. But it really does make a playdate set-up happen pretty effortlessly. Especially if you don't have the other parents phone number or something.
And I am all about effortlessly. It is almost my favorite word.
On another note, blogger really needs to get with the times and make some updates. The word defriend is a word of the times, right? I mean, it's a Facebook world we live in! It's got to be in the dictionary at this point, and blogger spellcheck keeps giving me the option of changing it to befriend or behead. Hm. In a way defriending someone is sort of like beheading, right? Just lop it off, nice and clean, no discomfort. Well fine, obviously there is going to be a little discomfort, but you get what I mean. Right?
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Wednesday, February 10, 2016
Tuesday, April 19, 2011
Do I offend? sniff sniff
I just noticed that someone dropped me from their blog roll follower list thing.
Well that hurts my feelings. I may have actually had a little tear in my eye about it. No, that was just dirt. Really, it was just a little dirt in my eye. But I was really enjoying the number 76. That was the number of followers I had. It made me feel like a leader. It made me feel like a hot shot.
Do people still even say hot shot?
Maybe that's why the follower decided not to follow me anymore. Maybe I am too uncool because I say things like hot shot and rewind. I mean, maybe a girl who says hot shot is just not worthy of that hip, fancy follower.
Maybe I am boring. Maybe my posts are just too all over the place to hold that meanie follower's attention. Maybe I need a niche. Maybe it's because I say an occasional swear word! Oh my Cod maybe it's because I said the V word yesterday!
Do I offend?
Actually, I really don't mind being unfollowed. For reals. Because if someone isn't feeling my blog, I totally accept that. I want the people who give me a second of their time to enjoy that second. If they aren't digging it, it's no skin off my nose -- it just means we aren't similar enough in some way to have a connection And I really think I prefer the number 75. It's rounder, don't you think?
So all of you (three) remaining loyal readers, I think we have a connection. I think it might even be a love connection. Because I puffy heart all of you guys. I might even be persuaded to marry you if my husband didn't care. And if it was legal in this state of course. Anyway, I know it's pathetic to beg, but please don't unfollow me. I'll make an effort to be cooler! I promise!
Well that hurts my feelings. I may have actually had a little tear in my eye about it. No, that was just dirt. Really, it was just a little dirt in my eye. But I was really enjoying the number 76. That was the number of followers I had. It made me feel like a leader. It made me feel like a hot shot.
Do people still even say hot shot?
Maybe that's why the follower decided not to follow me anymore. Maybe I am too uncool because I say things like hot shot and rewind. I mean, maybe a girl who says hot shot is just not worthy of that hip, fancy follower.
Maybe I am boring. Maybe my posts are just too all over the place to hold that meanie follower's attention. Maybe I need a niche. Maybe it's because I say an occasional swear word! Oh my Cod maybe it's because I said the V word yesterday!
Do I offend?
Actually, I really don't mind being unfollowed. For reals. Because if someone isn't feeling my blog, I totally accept that. I want the people who give me a second of their time to enjoy that second. If they aren't digging it, it's no skin off my nose -- it just means we aren't similar enough in some way to have a connection And I really think I prefer the number 75. It's rounder, don't you think?
So all of you (three) remaining loyal readers, I think we have a connection. I think it might even be a love connection. Because I puffy heart all of you guys. I might even be persuaded to marry you if my husband didn't care. And if it was legal in this state of course. Anyway, I know it's pathetic to beg, but please don't unfollow me. I'll make an effort to be cooler! I promise!
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