This week I had contact through Facebook with an old friend I haven’t heard from in close to ten years. I was delighted, and sent a friend request that was accepted. It will be pleasant to be able to see photographs from her life, and hopefully she will not be horrified by photographic documentation of my own life on earth.
I make it a rule to “friend” only those people I would be willing to spend free time with in person, to invite over to the house for coffee, lunch, or dinner.
This morning the Facebook “home” page presented me with the suggestion that I “friend” somebody I knew years before I reached my majority on the basis of the fact that we have (now had) two “friends” in common. I looked at the individual’s visible profile and list of friends, and realized they were not people with whom I’d choose to associate, although a number of them were known to me from my less than idyllic youth. And I realized that one of those two “friends” in common was somebody I wouldn’t make the effort to call or otherwise contact if I were in that person’s city of residence on a visit. In order to better conform my electronic circumstances with the reality I inhabit, I “unfriended” the individual.
Simple truth set me free to act in a reasonable manner.