So, Facebook (stop reading now if that makes you cringe for some reason). I use it, I like it. The only real hitch in my Facebook world is the old high school acquaintances.
Most people I got along with just fine and I like to see what they're up to. Some people send me friend requests and their names only tickle a couple neurons, but what's the harm in approving them. Actually, I felt bad for one girl that I friended, but could barely remember, so I dropped her and she sent me another request a couple weeks later saying "I don't know what's wrong with my Facebook, people just keep disappearing for no reason!"
So today I get a request from a guy that tormented me pretty steadily from about 11-15 years old. After that, I was a bit to large and popular to comfortably mess with, but it was still clear up through graduation that he was a douche with no love lost on me.
So why am I wasting a thought on this instead of instantly flushing his request? Do I need to be "grown up" about it and add him? And most importantly: why the fuck does even part of my brain think it matters?
Most people I got along with just fine and I like to see what they're up to. Some people send me friend requests and their names only tickle a couple neurons, but what's the harm in approving them. Actually, I felt bad for one girl that I friended, but could barely remember, so I dropped her and she sent me another request a couple weeks later saying "I don't know what's wrong with my Facebook, people just keep disappearing for no reason!"
So today I get a request from a guy that tormented me pretty steadily from about 11-15 years old. After that, I was a bit to large and popular to comfortably mess with, but it was still clear up through graduation that he was a douche with no love lost on me.
So why am I wasting a thought on this instead of instantly flushing his request? Do I need to be "grown up" about it and add him? And most importantly: why the fuck does even part of my brain think it matters?