Let’s face it. Everyone’s got their own idea of Facebook’s place in the world. There are those who sign on minimally – the anonymous avatar, birth date and year just slightly off , only a list of the last few “Betty is now friends with Hippie Cahier,” type posts. Others jump in a little bit deeper, adding a photo, venturing back a few decades to high school and remaining current with some friends made along the professional way. Some of these folks simply lurk, others dabble with comments across a wide range of friends.
Then there’s the set of Facebook friends we all dread: the all-out friend whore multi-level assault.
Of course, there are different levels of assault. Most annoying is the “friend” who reaches out to every person they can call to memory (and often some they can’t), then communicate as if they were best friends back in the 70s or 80s (even if they rolled in different circles), and post TMI status updates.
Today, however, I’m writing about the joy that diverse friend bases can bring. Unlike many who enjoy the quantity friendship Facebook can provide, my “friend” list is fluid. I would say I’m active on the site at least once a week and take a few moments every Friday to “thin the herd. “
Those who remain are a group appreciated for the variety of things they add to my life. Just a few minutes ago, I signed onto Facebook and viewed the home page listing the most recent news from my friends. It warmed my heart to see the following two updates side-by-side (one is an “actual” friend, the other is a “fan friend” for a driver in the NASCAR Sprint Cup Series):
<name deleted to protect the innocent> werd up these new babymomma stollers look like escalades…me and my brother were zip tied and ducked taped to my uncles old unicycle with a leash…. · Comment · Like
XXXX driver Just got home from qualifying to a house full of Krissie’s family for another baby shower. It’s amazing how someone so small will require so much stuff! · Comment · Like
How beautiful is that?