But Sometimes Facebook Is A Good Thing
For the most part, ever since I joined Facebook I’ve been annoyed with it. As I wrote when I first joined, it seemed as though everyone I thought that I had gotten rid of in my life who I really didn’t ever want to chat with again had found me on Facebook. (http://hubpages.com/hub/Facebook-Is-Bringing-Everyone-I-Got-Rid-Of-Back-Into-My-Life) Here I’d spent years getting rid of most of them and then all of sudden there they were in my inbox with their aged faces and their wanting to request my friendship all over again. I wondered why none of the “good” people who had fallen out of my life over the years were appearing in my inbox and then some did, and then they told two friends and so on and so on. I don’t know why Facebook has to have all of the crap that it does, Farmville, Mafia Wars, etc. I just know that from what I can see everyone is busy at these things instead of living their damn life. But sometimes Facebook is a good thing – Don’t Get Me Started!
If you’re reading this from a link on my “wall” then I want you to know that if you’re one of those people who are looking for an unmarked gun in Mafia Wars or someone to help you plow the back forty in Farmville, I will never assist you or add these things to my Facebook page. I think they’re stupid and the people who seem to have so much time to do these games just sort of make me think that perhaps although we’re one of the societies that spend more time at work, I suspect that we’re not really working all those hours as much as we’re looking to see if our new cow just had a calf. My point is that I find these things pointless however I’m sure those people who are heavily farmed would disagree and so be it.
That said, there are times when I log on and someone from my deep past (not to be confused with the deep south) has found me and while it’s usually just an email or two back and forth, I’m delighted to reconnect with them (sort of) in the world of not so social networking and to hear that they have seven kids and are married to a plumber. It does give you a sense of keeping in touch without really having to keep in touch so I get why it works for so many people. Recently I sent a friend request to someone I haven’t seen in thirty-five years. I remember at the time he was like a God to me, a few years my senior and who I wanted to be when I grew up. As I sent the friend request I felt sort of strange. Here I was an adult in his forties and yet I felt like I did at ten years old. Would he “accept” me as a friend? Would he accept me and then put me in a category that was completely censored from seeing anything on his wall (as I’ve learned to do with many “friends” that I have accepted)? While I didn’t think about it constantly, I did think about it from time to time and wonder if I had made the right decision to send the friend request in the first place. A week went by before I got the notice that he had accepted me as a friend. No personal message, just an acceptance of my friendship and I was delighted. What was it that turned me into that kid again I don’t know, I only know that I realized that when most people talk about how much they change over the years based on their life experiences I realized that I had not changed at all. Instead I was still that ten year old looking at this sixteen year old and enraptured to be in his presence (if only by a small postage stamp of a photo of what he looked like today).
Maybe that’s the real thing about Facebook that makes it so popular, it makes us all kids again, waiting for one another’s approval but knowing as adults how painful a rejection can be from anyone and everyone giving us an opportunity to make amends by forgiving and accepting a friend request or feeling powerful by not accepting one, making them pay for whatever it is we think they’ve done and we are still holding a grudge about. I think even though we may censor people out on Facebook (or leave them in our inbox forever – or what a friend of mine calls “Facebook purgatory” as you’re not really in the heaven of being accepted or the hell of being rejected) we still let them in to a certain extent by accepting their friend request in the first place.
So to those who constantly annoy me asking me to join causes, help them find their pig in Farmville or post photos of me I’d rather not have posted, thanks for nothing but to those who accept my friendship or renew it by accepting my friendship via Facebook, thank you. I don’t think I’ll ever fully feel comfortable in the world of Facebook but sometimes Facebook is a good thing – Don’t Get Me Started!
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