November 11, 2008
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Why, if you haven't spoken to someone in 12, or 14, years, would you then send them an email or friend request on Facebook? Why, when you didn't even like that person 12, or 14, years ago, would you send them an email or friend request on Facebook? Are you that desperate to bulk up your friend numbers? Are you that bored at work? Surely nobody can be that bored at work?
It started with a couple of requests, the occasional note. They were from people I didn't mind, or had genuinely been friends with, or had to wait two days before I made the connection between the person and the married name. But our school sixth form year photo has been uploaded and thoroughly tagged; as a result I've had a steady stream of notifications from people who spent seven years either barely acknowledging my existence, or certainly not being pleasant when they did. And that suited me fine. I didn't particularly care for them either. So why now, suddenly, send me a ridiculously chirpy one-line email enquiring how I am?
Is there supposed to be an unshakeable bond that forms between people simply because they happen to be born at roughly the same time and live in the same catchment area? If there is, I totally missed that memo. It may come as a surprise after reading the previous couple of paragraphs, but I didn't particularly enjoy my schooldays. I know. It's a shocking revelation. But it might help explain to you why, when I'm getting these requests, I'm reacting as though somebody's vomited by my feet.
Yet I'm too soft hearted to just ignore them all (OK, I'm ignoring the ones that make me really indignant). It's enough to make me consider deactivating my Facebook account. Again.