August 2nd, 2011
Takes one to know one
Facebook being basically the most important thing in the world, and accumulating 10 thousand friends basically being the equivalent to winning at your social life, it never fails to entertain me when the yearly purges go down and everyone’s status is something to the effect of “Wow, deleted a hundred of you suckers, feels so nice.”
Everyone clamors to these statuses (statii) to rejoice in their continued window into said person’s inability to realize that lolcats is just not, nor ever was, a particularly funny thing. Or, you know, whatever you do with the almost friends you keep on facebook. The ones where it would be weird to delete them, but who interest you in no way. Maybe some mutual friends are holding you back.
As the kind of girl who is doing a constant pruning of the old friend list, and never announcing it I always find it sort of a weird ritual. I mean, if we’re friends, I generally know we’re friends and you don’t have to tell me I made the cut I can figure that much out for myself, you know, by being your friend and stuff. Still seeing your status update? Thumbs up, sailor. Not? Well, I probably won’t miss them that much either.
Which brings me to whatever thesis my unslept mind is going for. Recently, someone who I would very barely call an acquaintance posted one of these statuses on facebook and I was shocked. We had met once, for five minutes, if that. Our mutual friends are all peripheral people who I know exclusively through student politics and rarely see in a setting other than yelling and meetings. And here I had made the cut! Wow!
Of course, my snide side kicked in and posted something snarky to the status which should guarantee my loss of the “coveted” friend slot, but I found it amazing. Obviously someone was not screening too carefully. But I think it says something more about the practice of a big purge. If you’re going for broke, go for broke. Because you can damn near guarantee that some asshole like me is reading and looking to ruin your day.
Food for thought.
I haven’t slept, maybe this is where the majority of the dickishness is coming from, hurray!