So a while back, there was drama, yadda yadda, whatever. Blah blah blah, stupid immature bullshit, yawn, eye-roll, move on.
And apparently, the same delightful specimen of humanity decided to take things a step further. Lord. OK, so while I pity you for having so little that’s real in your life that you feel the need to make feeble attempts to mess with mine, I just don’t have the time or inclination to reciprocate, or even to speculate as to which of the few people I suspected it truly was. I just have better things to do with my time.
I did, however, take a run through my friends list on FB, and cleaned out anyone who basically no longer talked to me, ignored posts that I made on their stuff, or generally did nothing to enrich my life. If I’m not doing anything to enhance your world, and you certainly don’t care enough to do the same, why keep meaningless connections? As I figured would be the case, most of those people either didn’t notice or didn’t care. A few people questioned it, but really? You haven’t spoken to me in how long, and now you’re hurt because I happened to be the one to click the little X button?
Last year, I got de-friended because I accepted a friend request from someone. I had absolutely no clue there was tension between the two people, but apparently, my super magical mind-reading powers of deduction failed me. So on that one, yeah, I was clueless about what the hell had just happened. But if I haven’t talked to someone in ages or vice versa, and they sever that oh-so-fragile connection, getting pissed about it seems a little pointless.
So while it elevates my “cold-hearted bitch” score, I’m just not into the superficial, name-only “friends” on Facebook, or anywhere else in my life, really. While I own my trust issues, I’ve also had enough experiences lately to reinforce them. I’m much happier choosing quality over quantity in my relationships, knowing that the people who choose to be around me are worth keeping.
