I now have nearly as many "friend requests" as I have friends.
I struggle to cope with my computer addiction. I don't want to miss what's being talked about. I hate being geographically-distant from friends, and emails/FB/blogs help me stay a little bit in-the-loop. Because of my lack of self-discipline, I use other self-controls. One scheme is to limit myself to fewer-than-100 Facebook friends.
My self-imposed rule is that FB friends are
~people I lived with (parents, siblings, children),
~people who live with people I lived with (in-laws, some of the nieces/nephews)
~a few close friends
~some of my kids' best-buddies
~a few folks from church
If I'm friends with the wife, I probably am not friends with the husband too. I figure I'll hear news of their family from one of them.
Gary and I have a nice balance between our FB accounts. I have few friends, but I can actually keep up with them. That way, Gary hears about interesting things he might not otherwise notice. Gary, on the other hand, has loads of friends. This means he can contact people for me through his account, or let me see pictures, or hunt up information for people that are my in-real-life friends (or acquaintances) but aren't my FB friends.
So if I haven't accepted your FB-friend request, don't be hurt. It's nothing personal. It's my feeble attempt to do some chores and interact with my family instead of spending my time glued to the computer.
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