De=friending on Facebook. I do it on a regular basis. (I think I’ve also been de-friended by others, mostly over disagreements about politics.) C’est la vie.
To paraphrase Alan Partridge (UK comedy character), “How many cows have you got? Well, I’ve got 300+ Facebook friends.” Are the real friends? No. Some are. Some aren’t. Some are FOAF’s (friends of friends). I’m also mindful of the old Royal Military Police slogan.
Remember – your mates are not your friends.
Now and again I do a purge. Some FB friends I never hear from, not even a like. They are quite easy to delete.
Then there are those who overshare Britain First “if my poppy offends you…” drivel. Thehy deleted.
Then there are the falsely modest posters. You know the type.
Day 17 of the “Newer, Fitter Me” Challenge. Disappointed that I missed my daily 9300 press-ups target. Another 4, and I’ve made it.
Zzzzzzzzzzz. If I’m in a good mood, I just stop following posts that FB friend, rather than delete them.
Then there are the serious cases. Not only do I de-friend them. I block them, too, so they do not see my posts on mutual friends’ timelines. I reserve this for the gossips who have nothing to do but play Chinese whispers to others.
I’ve just been out for a cycle ride
Ginge in Germany has just bought a Harley Davidson.
Defriending is good for you.
Have a cathartic day, won’t you!