Yesterday I asked my Facebook “friends” a few hypothetical questions about “friending” and “unfriending.”
(I put quotes around the word “friend” because, for me, that word evokes something very different from what I have with the vast majority of my FB “friends.” I use quotes around the “-ing” variations of the words because, no matter how acceptable their usage has become, I don’t like when nouns are morphed into verbs for expediency.)
One of my questions from yesterday was:
If FB had an “unfriend request” button, would you be more selective “friending” people because you would need permission to “unfriend” to get out of the “friend” relationship?
The consensus was that most were “selective” about their “friends,” therefore my query was almost an N/A. Most added that FB didn’t “matter all that much” to them.
I was tempted to ask, tongue-in-cheek, “Then how come I see you on here so much, making copious and voluminous comments?” I didn’t though, because I ran the risk of my rhetorical question being heard as critical instead of humorous; moreover, there I was on FB, asking for copious and voluminous comments.
Nevertheless, I knew what they meant.
I’d been there already.
I went on a total break from FB, i.e., deactivated my account, from August 2014 for close to a year. I didn’t miss it. I wasn’t missed.
(Side note: the only drawback was that my sister had to take the additional step of emailing me pictures of my nieces if she wanted me to see them. She was willing to do this, but I know I missed lots of pictures because my sister is pretty active on FB. I didn’t join Instagram until a few weeks ago; I suppose that would have solved the auntie/niece disconnect as my sister co-posts between FB and Instagram.)
But now I have returned to FB, primarily, to share this blog.
While many may regard this as little more than self-promotion — which it may be to a degree — I am someone who likes reading people’s thoughts.
Not one-line comments. (Though I tend to read those as well.)
I have found that the FB posts I have enjoyed most are those which are long and reflective — sometimes even opinionated. But somehow, when the opinions are strung together in sentences which combine to form full paragraphs, I don’t hear the opinion, as much as I can hear the voice.
FB, for most, is a place to vent about your disgust in the political or your assessment of the selfishness of human nature. FB, for many, is a place to brag about your last good meal or your kids’ awesomeness.
And I get it. I’ve done those things.
But now — for me — FB is a place where I put out a daily invitation to my “friends” to hear my voice.
Right here and in 500 words or so.
If you made it here, thank you for reading. And, if you’re inclined, hit the “like” button at the bottom of the page. Even better: make a comment. I’d “like” to hear your voice today.