I know the great joy of clicking the “unfriend” button and now that I’ve looked through my list of Facebook “friends” it appears you do too. Bravo! Good for us!
Technology keeps getting better and better so I’m thankful for it. One simple click and that person you haven’t really spoken to in years is potentially gone for good? How can you NOT love that?
I’ve done a lot of clicking of the “unfriend” button lately and I must say, I feel a lot lighter thanks to it so the people who really need to see this post, probably won’t in fact, see it. Damn, for someone who has great timing, this admittedly could have been timed a little better. Oh well, I’m okay with it.
So many people are like, “you can’t unfriend me over politics, you’re a whiny baby” <click> “you say you want freedom of speech and yet when I disagree with you, you unfriend me? Not cool.” <click> The list of reasons goes on and on and the result is the same, <click>.
You see, Facebook states that it’s MY page (although many of my conspiracy theorist friends would say I’ve given my life, including this writing, over to Facebook and they now own everything including my favorite pair of jeans) so the good thing is that much like my life, this is what I want to make it. I don’t need to see posts from people I don’t agree with or don’t agree with me and that’s a good thing. This has nothing to do with freedom of speech for as Marlo Thomas taught us, you’re “free to be you and me.” And to be clear, I don’t just unfriend people over politics or my rights, I unfriend them for a zillion reasons but mostly because the novelty of seeing someone from grade school who I didn’t know that well then and sure as hell don’t know now is no longer a curiosity. I’ve seen the kids, the grandkids, the animals, what they ate last night and frankly I wonder if we were ever friends back when we were potentially eating glue together in first grade in the first place. (To be clear, I was not an eater of glue, I would spread Elmer’s on the back of my hand, wait for it to dry and then peel it off, amazed how much it looked like my skin and how rejuvenated my skin was afterward, like a quick light peel in history class.)
I’ve always been one who was not afraid to get rid of clutter. So if you think that the current political situation is going to be okay for everyone, you’re officially clutter when it comes to my Facebook page. If you think everyone should own semi-automatic rifles because you never know, you’re clutter. If you voted for Trump because you thought he was going to bring prayer back into schools, not allow women the right to choose what to do with their own bodies (which you see as a good thing), be able to fire people for who they fuck, then you my so-called friend (and if you were still my friend you would know who you are) are a shit ton of clutter that’s getting dumped. To be clear and fair, I’m aware I’m considered clutter in some circles too (as I looked and saw “friends” who were actual and not so real friends unfriend me). But by all means, let’s be grown up about it and not unfriend people and then call them out on another right-wing crazies' page - although thank you for that because it gave me someone else to unfriend.
So here’s to cleaning out and cleaning up. It’s not just for the closet Pence wants to put us back in anymore. <click>