Scrolling back through this site, I caught a wave of my own past frustrations, specifically toward B’s dad. Funny thing: he was “my friend” on here. Convenient, right? Access to B’s photos without me mailing a thing. Chest out, acting like he’s doing some big favor, while paging through memories like they belonged to him. I defriended him last week. Clicked so hard I almost broke my mouse. Laughing about it now, because Facebook…wow. How seriously we take this little digital life.
I joined under duress..a friend set it up, friended herself, and suddenly my high school acquaintances were everywhere. The MySpace itch satisfied, now we’re here. And here’s what I’ve learned I can absolutely do without:
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Hug requests, smile requests, “cutesie” spam. Let’s be adults.
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Game requests (Farmville, Mafia Wars, Sorority Life)—if I wanted a farm or a mafia, I’d go outside.
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Overly personal messages from “undercover brothers” creeping into my inbox. Nah, I’m good.
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Status policing. People, post your chaos, I’ll post mine. Hide button is my friend—but why even hide someone you “friended”?
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Implicit bragging in statuses. If you gotta allude to what you got…you’re lame.
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Friend requests from strangers after commenting on mutual friends’ pages. Boundaries exist, people.
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Tagged in every photo like my face is currency. Respect the de-tag.
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People commenting on J’s photos pretending they’ve always known him. Chill. Seriously.
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Face.book upgrades. Stop. Leave it alone.
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Honesty boxes…curious but skeptical. Does this ever actually work?
Facebook is a strange space part music, part morality play. People bring their own chaos, their own performance. But here’s the real note: just because you have access, doesn’t mean you have ownership. And life...like music,,sounds better when you know when to play, when to pause, and when to let silence speak.
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