Be My Friend

I’ve given up trying to be discriminating about who I friend on Facebook. I’m tired of deciding whether or not I can really call someone my friend. Am I the only one who struggles with the implied intimacy of “friend”?

My new standard is if someone took the time to make an overture to me and I can remember who they are, I’ll friend them. That’s what it means to be my friend on Facebook. And I think that’s cool enough.

Do you want to be my friend?

Update: Experts apparently agree that I’m on the right track.

4 comments.

  1. I think I do say yes to most who friend me, it’s only people that I don’t like that I say no to. Though I have not “friended” my bishop. He’s a great guy and once he is not my Bishop I’d be fine, but for some reason I don’t want him to be my “Friend” while he is my bishop.

  2. Apparently, it’s OK to friend your boss but not your boss’s boss. So does your bishop count as your boss, or your boss’s boss?

  3. My policy is about the same. If someone friends me (and I actually recognize who it is) I accept. But I almost never post anything to facebook, and I don’t even log on unless I get some sort of message that includes email notification.

  4. It’s good to know that I’m not alone, chanson. I do exactly the same. Facebook seems great to connect with long lost friends, but being the walled garden that it is, I have a hard time wanting to invest my time into something that isn’t mine.