Earlier today I had around 350 friend requests pending on Facebook. That wasn’t good. Guilt was taking over my online life.
Tonight I friended the lot of them, trying to undo the damage. Some were waiting since early summer. I was definitely not worth the wait!
This is a subject that came up before when I ‘ignored’ a boatload of people. It seemed the only option for me at the time, but I didn’t like it.
I have a strategy so I don’t go nuts with over 700 on my list now. That’s a bit daunting. I suspect you’ll be a chatty bunch.
I’ve read your bios and checked your photos. You are all the shades in the rainbow, both sexes, married and single. You are widely scattered in age. You are more often heavy than light. Right back ‘atcha.
A word of warning. I hate those games and tests that float through Facebook. “Geoff knows which Supreme Court Justice he’s most like! Are you Ruth Bader Ginsburg or Samuel Alito? Maybe you’re the late Earl Warren. Play Sequestered Supremes.”
Don’t. Just don’t.
Don’t poke me either… whatever that means. I really don’t know. Anyway, my life has enough poking already.
After all the clicking I was surprised not to see any obviously “self-shot’ portraits. You know what I mean? These are shots taken at the end of an outstretched arm. It’s a shot that didn’t exist until the advent of digital photography!
Are there too many permanent connections now? Is it to easy to find or be found? Is Facebook a force for good or evil?
If you’re reading this and I blew you off on Facebook once upon a time, please try again with my apologies.