My Facebook timeline informs me that I joined up on November 19, 2008. Since then I have had a love/hate relationship with this social site. I joined because my grownup daughters talked about it all the time and communicated a lot through their posts. They also posted pictures that I would never have received until I became a user as well.
- I love posting on their walls and downloading pictures. It is easier for them and for me to be on FB because there is an easy, central location for sharing. Of course, we have other communication resources as well nowadays, i.e. our smartphones!
- I love finding old friends and keeping up with relatives on FB. That has been fun for me, even if we don’t write lengthy private emails (something that we can also do on FB!). We keep up with each other’s activities, and acknowledge life’s ups and downs. I was especially pleased when my sister joined in May 2011!
- I love the fan pages where we can like a movie, book, celebrity or television show as well as causes, hobbies or other interests. Many of these likes mean updates and opportunities to share unique points of view or “funnies” on our FB page.
- I love being able to link my blog to my FB page so that people who do not ordinarily read blogs can catch up with my latest posts. I also like being able to share a post from a newspaper or NPR on my FB page.
There are probably more reasons I enjoy FB, but I can’t think of them right now. This list covers the most important points, however. To summarize the reasons I love Facebook: it provides a template for sharing where I am in my life at this moment in time. The new timeline layout does this especially well.
As far as my hate relationship, I don’t have that many to list.
- I hate how it hooks into my childhood and teenage mentality. I thought I’d grown beyond worrying about how many “friends” I have or how “popular” I am. Unfortunately, no. I’m not a highly social person and have never been, even as a child. I always had one or two close friends and that was it. I’m not shy, but I am an introvert. The things I like to do are mainly solitary—reading, knitting, writing (blogging), needle felting. People know who I am, but do not consider me a friend necessarily. Nevertheless, in low moments I have looked for “friends” to fill out my numbers. It amazes me how many friend requests I have made that have never been answered! Then I wonder, “What is wrong with me? I only have 35 friends, and so-and-so has 100!”
- I hate the moments when I want to clean out my “friends” list. What perversity! I feel competition to plump up my numbers, and then complain about people who are not really “friends.” I do have people on my list who never respond to posts on their walls or personal messages from me. I visit their pages and they seldom, if ever, posted at all. Maybe they are too busy, or they are only there because their kids are. I think this urge to cull the list comes from the part of me that is so like my father—exactitude. How can you call someone a friend if you never communicate with that person? If that person never communicates with you? One of my daughters suggested that people may like reading my page, but they don’t respond. I think, “They could at least “like” a post or a status update!” That’s what I do unless I don’t agree with or approve of a post. In the end, I am who I am. I review each person every few months and end up “unfriending” one or two. I guess it is a good thing I don’t have 100 “friends” after all.
A few other reasons I have “unfriended” a person on Facebook, besides non-communication:
- writing every post in capital letters–like they are shouting!
- constant internet game updates
To summarize my hate relationship with Facebook—it is a social site and has its social ups and downs. In the end, there are far more reasons to be there than not.
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Maybe you have some reasons of your own for “unfriending” a FB friend. Please share!
Some blog posts that inspired this blog post: