I did it. I accomplished what I suggested Jessica Barksdale do. I deleted the people I do not know, or barely know, from Facebook. Now I have sixty-odd people I do enjoy, old friends, new friends I find sympatico, classmates I've not seen in over 30 years, or writers whose words I've come to love through Redroom. I think I might now begin to enjoy Facebook on a limited basis.
I must confess, it felt extremely good to click and delete a hunky guy named Barry who has over two thousand friends. Why would anyone want to befriend someone who has two thousand friends!
Lee Iacocca's father left him with wise words, which I paraphrase: "At the end of your life, if you have true friends you can count on one hand, you're pretty lucky." (I hope someone has told Mr. Obama the same.)
"Masks" by B.Y.
So, I'm in the flow. Firing many a "friend" lately. In fact, I've gotten rid of three since the holidays.
X has lost his girlfriend. She lives next to him. He has been depressed for over three years. He insists on telling me he is depressed. He checks her window at night to see if she his home or out with the new guy who has swept her off her feet. It's been over half a year since he first confided in me about his loss, and I am SICK to death of receiving his emails, saying, "I'm having a bad day. I'm depressed."
Ahhh, feels good to get rid of that shrump. I wrote him, "Snap out of it. You've got your health and you live in a lovely place; people would kill to trade places with you."
Last week, my old classmate T emailed me at 10 PM, saying he is canceling our walk at Pt. Lobos the next day, because he has migraine. We'd planned this walk over a month ago.
I don't necessarily read my email at 10 PM. He should have called me. I stood waiting for him at the gate for over half an hour. The only "thing" of value I possessive is ever diminishing TIME. I won't allow anyone to waste my hours
Annette, a woman I got to know while working on our class reunion insists on calling me at 11 PM. If I don't answer, she repeatedly leaves this message: "Heeeeei, this Anetteee Sphagetteee. I miss you, I love you. I want to come over and visit. I've even bought slippers to wear at your house."
I did return the call after six such messages. I told her, through gnashing teeth, she's better stop her phone stalking.
Now, your turn, Jessica. You've got six hundred "friends" too many. Hey, but don't delete me.
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