I got a friend request on Facebook this morning and deleted it. It was someone I’d already unfriended months ago. She’s good friends with a relative of mine and I felt like it was more of a voyeuristic request than an actual friend request.
I’ve gotten requests from this cousin and several of her close friends and I’ve ignored them all. I won’t go into the whole family drama but suffice it to say we aren’t close. Our mothers hate each other yet she once wrote my mom a letter asking for pictures of all her grandchildren. Weird right?
It’s easiest to avoid all contact yet they kind of don’t. I have enough to deal with without adding her or her mother to my friends list.
But it made me kind of laugh at myself. Yesterday’s post was a little soul baring and here I am worrying about FB privacy. Maybe it stems from the fact that I post pictures of my children there – with access only to “friends” – and fool myself into thinking they’re inaccessible to “friends of friends” or the general public. It’s my little bit of denial, don’t enlighten me. Allow me to pretend.
Yet here, I say it all. I don’t post pics of my girls but anybody who knows the details of my life at all would probably recognize me in my posts. I guess it’s because here it’s mostly about me. It’s my online therapy filled with things I don’t put in my status updates. Can you imagine Donut porn and Darkest Hours in 10 words or less? I’d end up on Lamebook!
It also made me question the number of FB friends I currently have and who they are. How many of them do I actually interact with and how many fall under the “I think I remember that name from 25 years ago” category?
I think I may do some house cleaning of that list today. Maybe I should make it a nice little group of select friends. The ones who actually care if I post that it’s scan day and eliminate those who are just spying? I’m going to give it some thought.
What do you all do? Is your list limited to the people you would actually enjoy having lunch with or do you need to do a little cleaning yourself?
By the way, what’s up with the people who try to refriend you months after you delete them? Are they just old like me and can’t remember who they already friended?
Social networking sites may be an easy way to spy on me but that doesn’t mean I have to send them an engraved invitation. Just like I haven’t shared with all of you that my real name is Amanda and I live in Salt Lake City. Or do I?
However, I do know that this blog and all of you are much cheaper than a therapist. I slept like a baby last night – no 2am-4am wakeup.