on why i didn’t add you as a facebook friend

One of my problems is that I almost always find it difficult to say ‘no’ to people. When I do have to do it, I’d become most apologetic to the point where you’d think that it was my fault in the first place. You see, I like to be nice or at least be seen as a nice person. My desire for acceptance more often than not leads to acquiescence. Doormat, anyone?

I’m very much aware of this unfortunate peculiarity. Although I’d long gotten over the mild physical obsessive-compulsive disorder traits, there are bits that remain in my brain. To get into that is a long, unnecessary thesis, so let’s just say that I over analyse people, characters, words, gestures and actions in my head, rinse and repeat.

And here I am doing it again. I’d wanted to share with you an article I read over at TechCrunch – The Meaning of Friendship which was a commentary add-on to another article at the Wall Street Journal – OMG, We’re Not BFFs Anymore? Getting ‘Unfriended’ Online Stings. Instead, I’ve been rambling on about… uh, me. Shouldn’t be surprisingly, really; seeing that I am, or at least I should be the most interesting subject on this blog.

Initially my rules for Facebook were simple — add only those whom I know in the off-line world. Or bloggers whom I’ve had on-line interaction with since forever (translation = year 2005). Twitter is a different creature — it’s knowingly public, else I wouldn’t have set up and continue to manage my Twitter account. My ego calls for you to know what I am doing every minute of the day.

I hold Facebook to different standards. You see, the little rules that I’d created in my head to make myself feel better (read 2nd paragraph) dictate that Facebook is personal and should remain that way. By personal, I mean that I have no qualms about you accessing certain information such as where I used to work, where I am currently working, what I am currently doing, where I am currently living, my current mobile number, as well as viewing the tonnes of embarrassing and unflattering photos of me in public.

Right now, I’d say that out of the 400+ ‘friends’ on my Facebook account, there are 20 or so whom I don’t quite remember knowing, or I don’t quite want to know them again. Or to be brutally honest, we simply weren’t that close enough for me to give a shit about what and how you are doing in life. Real, face-to-face, off-line life is easier — you just ‘forget’ to keep in touch. Or you wouldn’t have kept in touch in the first place because c’est la vie. Now almost every Tom, Dick, Harry and their dogs are on Facebook and sometimes the escape route seems too rude so you just opt for the easy way out by clicking ‘yes’.

Actually I know for sure that those 20 odd people don’t read my blog, so I am rambling away randomly while waiting for something at work to be done. It’s done now, so I am going home. Bye.

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