Defriend? Raise, Call, Or Fold

Frenemies
Don’t know why this is bothering me. Like me, don’t like me. Sometimes not getting a response on Facebook bothers me. Social network. Personal effrontery. Or Just didn’t get the message. Frenemies. A no response or too much response can be a bit unsettling. Social Networking Etiquette on what to do and not to do.

One new relative said it best, “This is Facebook, not a diary.”

  

A recent  TV commercial on a phone camera has Facebook Application. A lady wanting to hook up with one her friends on Facebook. Later, she finds out his profile picture was one of done 10 years ago. Saw a preview of a new indie film gave the premise of a girl actually going to the different places around the country to actually meet her Facebook friends in person.

One older relative thought Facebook was a bunch of gossip. After some Relative Drama, I find out that this is somewhat true. One cousin was having stuff. They put the stuff on blast and things were not good for a bit. There is real-ness in honest emotions. One feels genuineness. Anger, sadness, jealousy, love.

However, one may not want their laundry out in the open. In recent newscast, there has much to do about Facebook privacy policy. Facebook has not been informing its users that they are broadcasting their business in the internet universe without permission. (Check your privacy parameters on Facebook) Imagine all the stuff you put out there on Facebook being Googled. Its out there. I Googled myself. Some true. Others, just twitter junk. One of many Facebook protest articles

Leap? With Or Without You 
Reminds of that phrase Computer maxim. Garbage In and Garbage Out. Makes one want to reconsider what friends they have on their Facebook account. Accept the friend request so as not to be rude. Can’t much blame people when they don’t accept requests.

Getting a bit indifferent with the Facebook stuff. Steve Nash, Los Phoenix Sun, all-star guard said it best. Do I take the stuff said to heart? Or do I let wash over me like a duck’s back. It pretty much forces one decide to care or not to care. 

Could do pre-emptive strike and defriend a person? Or one can be cordial and just not say anything? To each his own. Be out there and try to tame this monster. Be recluse. Insulate yourself in the internet universe. Both are prudent and well-thought out.  Had good and bad experiences in both.

The non-response. The No comment on the post written. The not accepted friendship request.  The defriended Facebook and the chance real encounter. Can't avoid it. They are related. We eat at the same family parties, but we defriended each other.How does one handle the social awkwardness? Go on Blast. Leave things unsaid. Avoid at all cost.

I’m torn by this. I have been defriended by a couple of people. I have defriended others. There is the Hope that things will turn. Maybe it was a misunderstanding. Or maybe things hurtful things were said and the bell can't be unrung. Or is it the closure one needs. Saying to someone, I don’t want to play with you anymore has strength affirming effects.

Wrapped with uneasy thoughts, Why is this person not saying a thing? Was it intentional? Was it saying how important you are to the other person? Was it an accident?

Fairweather: Who's With Us?
Knowing each other by secondary relationship forces one to think of our own relationships. Don't want to be friends that aren't real. Don't want Fairweather friends. Watching for the wind to blow to see if they will be there or not. Live life under guise and false pleasantries. Or does one live straight talk. A delicate role. Don't want to live in either extremes.

Perhaps its like life on the internet universe. Living the life of an avatar. Makes one think of the thought experiment movies like Gamer and Surrogates. Makes one examine  what is the real you? Who are you? Are you the person on the Facebook with the different avatars. Or are you the person hanging out with family and friends? Are you the person living, working, playing? Or is that persona just a character your play?

Professional athletes, rock stars, and other celebriatti often use the third person when talking about themselves. Playing the role as manager I often had to don this hat of getting the job done. Other times, my role was that of the operator. A friend’s mother said it this way. Be a policy maker or a player. Be a coach, star, or role player. Its your choice.

Maybe it is a generational thing? Thought it was quite astute statement to read Jewel’s post to her hubby. This is FACEBOOK, NOT A DIARY. If you want stuff out there, then know that it may comeback to haunt you. If you chose to be a Hermit, and go in internet exile? Go. More power to you.

A Divided House Cannot Stand
I have just made peace people can find out whatever they want and if they want it badly enough. Moreover, whatever you put out in the universe, well, we all got to be accountable for whatever Judgment day comes. So live life with no regrets. Nothing to hide. Nothing to worry about. Well, that is my peace.

Guess, I will leave it to building Karma points. No physical harm. Feelings hurt a bit. Well, I could always defriend or I could ask why. Keep an open heart to those that are your frenemies. The stuff one is feeling could true or imagined. Maybe it is Poker: Raise, Call, or Fold. Two Feet In, Go For the Ride, Or Stop Playing. Well, that is 800+ words. Trust in the Universe.