I’ve just been unfriended with a click and it actually hurts.
Welcome to Facebook; the place of extreme liking, poking, stalking and lifestyle flaunting! And in my current case; friendship rejection.
The term “clearing out” used to be applied to tidying your house and getting rid of all that extra crap we’ve built throughout the years. . . but wait, that can be applied to friendship, right? Only, I must be the built up crap. What an ugly thought.
It seems when Facebook says or does it, it becomes official like say, relationships, where the stress of “are we or aren’t we” is finally answered with a tap of “update: status: relationship.” Soon follows the 34 likes that confirm their happiness for your new love life.
So when a friend you considered a FRIEND suddenly unfriends you, you begin to question that action like never before.
You go through a series of phases: the Oh My God, are you serious phase, the Oh my god, this is serious phase, the I don’t care, I’m moving on phase. and finally the that means it’s goodbye forever phase.
Okay, that might be a slight exaggeration but you don’t have their number, they don’t live near you, you hardly have any mutual friends so it probably is goodbye. How unceremonious is that?
But then, why are they your “friend” in the first place when your relationship consists of a “Hi” in 2010 after bumping into each other at a music festival?
We feel this need to hold on to things. Letting go seems like the scariest thing in the world. If I knew I would have lost my favorite stuffed animal at the fair and would never see it again I would have cried. Only I didn’t have time to get emotional because I didn’t see it happening. Perhaps if I had known, I wouldn’t have gone on the tea cup ride and instead would have nibbled on a hot dog to keep me company while I looked on at the other kids from school having fun.
The fact that I noticed the “unfriend” says something in itself. I’m spending too much time caring and noticing things that are featured on an online wall, when the real world of possibility exists outside. Out there, there are real bins for people to throw their litter in, rather than dumping us into the non-exclusive friend pile in a virtual world of saying goodbye.
If you’re gonna do it, I’d prefer a wave but if we don’t have time, well, I guess its good luck and goodbye.
Kim Lyzba was born the same year as Salt-N-Pepa’s song release “Lets Talk About Sex” and made her first written debut when winning a poetry competition for her piece entitled “My Embarrassing Mum” at age 12. Ever since, she has been writing about her embarrassing dad and her other monumental embarrassments as a nineties kid.