“I wasn’t planning on it. Why?”
“Oh.” An uncomfortable pause followed by the next idiotic statement. “We’re having a get together. Didn’t you see it on Facebook?”
Last November, I deleted my personal Facebook page, and conversations like these are becoming increasingly more frequent. “Oh, I thought I invited you,” or “Why didn’t you come to my house-warming party?” I hear this all the time. And frankly, it used to piss me off. Now, I just laugh and say, “Call me next time.”
Don’t get me wrong. Facebook is a lovely place to meet folks you haven’t seen in forever, or talk with your great-aunt ya-ya who lives in Alaska. But to rely solely on social media to converse with your friends and family (yes, I said FAMILY) is impersonal and a jerk thing to do.
In actuality, I’ve become a good old-fashioned homebody who would love nothing more than to sit at my laptop and finish editing my writing. But it doesn’t change how I feel about the situation. I miss hearing from my friends. What happened to a phone call where you actually hear your friend’s voice, or even a text if that suits those of us who hate it when your phone sticks to your face from yaking so long?
Maybe I’m rambling about nothing, but it still doesn’t ease the sting when your friends forget you exist. I know what you’re going to say. Call or text them first. But I will counter your suggestion and say that I have. Numerous times. It doesn’t work. I’m lucky if I get a text in return. They keep on “Facebooking” and I stay in the dark.
I can see some of you shaking your head. “Make another profile and quit your whining!” But you wouldn’t believe the amount of work I get done now that I don’t have that dreaded ball and chain lurking behind my word document. Believe it or not, I like the freedom. Makes me feel like a rebel. On the other hand, I don’t like losing my friendships in the process.
I’m going to go on as a former Facebooker, and say, do us all a favor. Call a sister up next time!