So a friend of mine, who shall remain nameless for the time being, sees me out a couple of weekends ago. We start talking, and I casually bring up the fact that this person has not added me on Facebook. I know what some of you are thinking, "Oh come on, it's just Facebook." Hello people! Wake up and smell the 3G network! Everyone and their mothers is on Facebook (except for mine, and I don't know that she's approve of my updates or even approve my friendship for that matter).
So this friend tells me that only a certain group of people are being added to this Facebook page. Now I won't mention which group of people that would be, as this also may stir up a little conroversy among those already on that page. So my reply, "Seriously? SERIOUSLY?? You've gotta be kidding me, right?" And in the back of my mind, I'm thinking that I'm probably one of the few friends this person has who doesn't place judgement, yet I find myself being judged.
It's disappointing, to say the least, but that doesn't mean we're not friends. I like this person, and I wish this person can see that they're liked as well, regardless of any decisions they've made in the past, or who they are now, or who they think they were then. That's not for me to judge, especially as a friend. I'm not perfect, and I don't expect anyone around me to be either.
So to this friend, I say: Let's just wait until the day you decide you need my friendship because maybe you need someone who believes in you, or maybe someone has turned their back on you, and you just need someone to lean on. Will you remember how you treated me as a friend? I don't think I could cast you aside, the same way you're doing now. I'm just saying.
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Right back at cha! I, too, have had to deal with this ridiculous phenomena known as Facebook, nice and impersonal and quasi-communicative and superficial at best. Everyone I"m FB friends with knows it's more of a gag than reality. I once deleted someone who kept posting crap I didn't approve of and though I wanted to remain his friend, just not his FB friend. So he calls ME out for being the lame-ass because I refuse to TEXT at the age of 42. But he says texting is how HE (also age 42) communicates with the world. Ya see, up in these here parts, we still have to climb up the telephone pole and deal with that gossipy operator who listens in on our conversations, so texting is out of the question. Now I need a dip in the ce-ment pond to relax.
ReplyDeleteAmen to that, Tamara!
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