Oh, please!

If these people are not having any fun they need to get off line…

I’ve sent a couple of friend requests to pholks from my past and when time went by with no response I sent another.  After a few weeks with still no response I sent a little message that said something like I will always keep my fondest memories of you — and let it go.

People move on.  Not everyone wants to reacquaint decades later.  Believe me, I’ve got people in my past I hope I never hear from again.

Most of the people on my Facebook friends list I do know and some I’ve barely met in passing.  A few are people I know I will probably meet because of other friends I have.  Some are just people I admire or enjoy (celebrities or local well knowns).

And then I have my blogmates, too.  I think of my blogging friends much like I think of the pen friends I had as a child.  Yeah, I will probably never meet them, but we know each other from our blogs.  Reading each other’s blogs reminds me of exchanging those pen pal letters of long ago.  Except I get to choose my blogmates; the pen friends were just sent to me from a service (remember BIG BLUE MARBLE?).

I’ve turned some friend requests down.  Man, if those people felt all rejected and depressed over my lack of clicking the accept button?  Please.  I am not that important to you.  Who knows why you even sent me a request?  I didn’t. 

And really?  I can’t be friends with everybody.  I just don’t have what it takes to keep up with every person on the internet.  I can’t even keep up with all the blogs and websites I like on a daily basis.  Do you know what it’s like to go weeks (weeks!) without visiting my favorite site for reading porn stories?  Oh, pardon me, Erotic Literature.

Why would one get all bent out of shape because they weren’t friended or they were de-friended by someone they don’t even know?  Why would they measure their self-worth by the number of friends they have on an internet site?  WTF?

I’ve got issues I deal with every day in real life.  But the internet?  The internet?  It’s like watching television or listening to the radio.  A leisure activity I enjoy a great deal, yes, but not something I’m using to hold on to any self-esteem I do have.