The world has gone crazy. Once upon a time (my mum’s era) people went to school together. They made friends, or they didn’t. Then when they left school, they either stayed friends, or they didn’t. No biggie.
I remember a teacher telling me once that statistics showed that by the time you turned 30, you would be friends with three people you went to senior school with. In a class year of over 300, that seemed like a fairly small number to me. Ah well, I thought, she’s old. What does she know?
Fast forward twelve (shudder) years from that conversation, and you’d imagine it to be true, right? People move away, people change, friendships ebb and flow with time.
Not so much. and who do we have to thank? Facebook. Mark Zuckerberg, you have a lot to answer for.
In real life, we might bump into an old school friend in the supermarket when visiting the homeland, have an awkward conversation along the lines of “Hi… how are you… im good too, nice to see you” and wander back home pondering on how totally awkward that was, how you had nothing to say to them and how you hope that it never happens again. If you’re feeling particularly extreme, you might pretend to not have noticed them and make a swift exit to prevent that painfully awkward conversation in the first place.
You certainly wouldn’t ask them how they were feeling about the recent demise of their last relationship, or enquire as to what they had for lunch. And if you did, they wouldn’t be wrong in telling you, in the politest terms, to do one.
You wouldn’t go to a work colleagues house on the weekend, knock on the door and ask them what their cat has been up to today, or how their Auntie in New Zealand was doing, without so much as a “Hi, how are you?”
No? Everyone still with me???
SO DON’T *!*?@*ING DO IT ON FACEBOOK THEN!!!
It has so much to answer for. You get friend requests from people you barely spoke to, and feel obliged to accept (I don’t want them thinking im rude!!). That’s OK, as long as they share whats sharable, and keep private the things that you shouldn’t impart to the rest of the world. The odd update about Big Brother or their child is fine, and you and those people reside in relative harmony for life.
And then there’s the ones who split up with a partner, declare it to all, then follow-up with a series of posts about how their ex has moved on and they want to die, then imply that they are ACTUALLY going to top themselves, and then carry on moaning.
Some sort of rule of thumb should be adopted. If you wouldn’t march into work, announce that you are sooooooo drunk and then call your ex a whore, then don’t do it on Facebook.
Come on people. Have some dignity.