If very recent events have taught me anything, it’s this shocking revelation: Not everyone in the world wants to know me.
Facebook in all its wonderfully pointless nature drives us to want lots of ‘friends’, but everyone from CEO Mark Zuckerberg to ‘it’s a waste of time’ Mumma Bennett knows that’s the concept of friends on social media is a load of baloney.
Putting one’s metaphoric geek chic glasses on, Google search (because I invest that much time into blog research), defines ‘friend’ as…
“A person with whom one has a bond of mutual affection, typically one exclusive of sexual or family relations.”
Bear with me, just trying to read between the lines here. Does it say “someone who posts ‘happy birthday’ on your profile”? Or, “the cute guy in class whose photos you stalk in an affectionate, totally not creepy, way”? No, no it certainly does not. I mean, who seriously wants even fifty friends nowadays? Imagine all the birthday cards to send, you’d never stop! Therefore around 95% of the people you, I and the butcher’s dog have on Facebook are, within reason, no more than acquaintances. They could be either on the cusp of friendship or a guy you met once in Freshman year. If any of this so far is an utter shock to you then you need to undergo the same experiment/evening wasting activity I conducted a short while ago.
Because I’m a shameless sell out, I’ve been trying to promote my writing/the blog through means of a Facebook page. (Oh, what was that? You didn’t quite catch the link? Here you go: https://www.facebook.com/MyHousematesAMermaid/) In the process I openly went out and messaged every single one of the contacts on my Facebook friend list. For each message I carefully thought about what to write, racking my brains for a shared connection or memory that brought us together in the first place.
Was it a cheap ploy to up likes? Yes. Was I curious to hear what people were up to? Yes, very much so. In a world of enhanced imagery and like-baiting statuses, I’ll take what comes from the horse’s mouth.
Most of the people I messaged did respond positively. I was dead chuffed at that. A fair few commented that they liked my work and they liked the page in turn (thanks guys, big up to your love and support). I got reacquainted with old ties, I told them about my life, they told me about theirs, it was great. Admittedly with 100 odd people messaging me at the same time (for one evening I felt like Beyoncé) most of the conversations tailed off after a couple of exchanges, but nonetheless they were pleasant and interesting. It’s funny to hear what the girl sat three seats down in Year Nine Science is up to now, and amazing to hear tales of Chemistry flatmates saving the world with new research in California.
On the flipside there were those who didn’t respond. Some of which were the people I thought I’d hear back from, even if it was just a quick “sure, done!” Or “no thanks”. A sizeable chunk of the no responders I expected, but for some there was no rhyme or reason. Other than they hate my work, that’s very much possible (and accepted – you can’t please everyone).
The whole experience has lead me to undergo a Facebook ‘friend’ clear out. Man, it feels good to do a social media cull every so often. So, if you’re wondering why I’ve unfriended you, here is a comprehensive list of reasons why:
- We met once and haven’t spoken since
- You were unpleasant to me at school but 16 year old me felt obliged to have you there
- I genuinely don’t know who you are
- You’re my friend’s ex (and we barely spoke when you two were a thing)
- I don’t like you
- You don’t like me
- We wrote a group essay together. That’s not friendship, that’s me wanting to chase you for references at 2am
- Too many statuses
- I don’t want you near my holiday snaps
- I don’t want you near me when I become a super, mega, sensation
- You won’t even realise that I’ve unfriended you
- You would have unfriended me yourself if I didn’t do it first
- When I look at your profile, your photos, job, statuses, partner etc. only three words spring to mind: I don’t care
Reasons why you’re still my friend on Facebook:
- You’re a decent person
- I could engage in semi-awkward small talk with you (think the conversations you have in hairdressers)
- You’re family
- You’re my amazing friends
- The stuff you post is interesting and/or informative
- I’m scared for my own safety if I unfriend you
- I’m on the fence and don’t want to have to awkwardly add you as a friend later on
There you have it. I may add to this after a bit more friend culling, wherein I may accidentally delete family members, close friends or quite possibly even unfriend myself in my frenzied state to clear out the baggage.