The other day, I was passing by my personal Facebook account, which admittedly I don’t pay much attention to: between work busyness, this blog and that Twitter thing — plus my regular, you know, non-virtual life — enough is quite enough. Anyway, someone recommended I friend this guy who’s somewhat more than a nodding acquaintance, but much less than a real acquaintance, let alone someone who has my phone number and spends time sucking back the good Merlot around my dining room table. I’ve talked to him a couple of times, maybe: he’s does some work in the charity I’m involved in.
So I friended him, and a short while later I get this message back:
Thanks for “friending” me, but at this point in time I’ve only “friending” people who are real friends and family.
Then I checked his Facebook page: he has 156 “real friends and family.”
Oh, double snap.
He hates me. (Sob.)
A finely calculated insult, or so he thought: my would-be friend used up some neurons thinking up a put-down. On Facebook. Somehow, it’s like being told by a four-year-old that you’re smelly; it’s a little hard to take seriously. Are there people in real life who would be offended by this? Really?