Only you never feel it.
But it still stings.
I was looking to send an email to one of my friends on Facebook the other day, and I couldn’t bring up her name. I thought I had the right spelling, so I tried again. And again. And again.
I was un-friended. And blocked.
I felt a little weird. I thought we were friends, but I guess not.
In the world of social media, the un-friending is the equivalent of a break-up. The social relationship has ended and it’s time to move on.
But breaking up is hard to do.
I got to thinking what I did to get this virtual dissing. Was it something I said? Was it something I didn’t say? Was it that picture I tagged her in? What was it?
I went through my friend list to see if there were others who dumped me silently and without regret. I found people who I’ve worked with for years – and even gave them their first job out of college – dumped me. I found people I went to school with among the missing on my friend list. Some I friend-requested back to see if they would accept, others blocked me from requesting their friendship.
This is heavy shit. This borders on mental abuse!
I shouldn’t dwell on the fact that people I thought were friends, weren’t, but it does bother me enough to write about it.
Facebook is kind enough to not let you know when you’ve been dumped, so you have to rely on other means to determine who gave you the virtual heave-ho. Just be strong and don’t take it too personal if you use one of these tools.
Like I keep saying to myself… it’s only Facebook!
I also look on the bright side. At least it wasn’t one of my parents who dumped me.