I am sure it has happened to all of you at least once in your lives. You are like me and a few other people. Once a year you HAVE to cull some people from your BookFace friends list. Really, who knows 458 people? Anyway you happen to delete someone who maybe lives in your city, someone who’s number you have but you haven’t in donkeys years. In fact its been so long since you saw them and spoke to them face to face you are not even sure that they still live in the same city/town.
With one click, you have reduced your friend list down to 457. Ah you feel so much better. It was a long time coming. You had to reduce the numbers (eventhough it was only by 1) and you feel relieved, at peace, cleansed. Not there was nothing wrong with this particular person. Unfortunately when you loaded the mouse, and the crosshairs hovered over that person’s face and the BookFace told you more about that person, you ended them (on BookFace).
Lo and behold a few days later you are out in the supermarket or at a pub/bar/library/random park bench/mutual friend birthday party and there is that moment that you lock eyes with said culled individual. In your head you think that its going to be a totally harmless “hello! How are you” with a big smiley at the end of it. Instead you are confronted with an awkward conversation that I am sure approximately 74.32% of the worlds population has experienced once (if they are lucky) if not twice in their lives. The dreaded question: “Why did you delete me on the BookFace?”
I find it to be such a weird question. Its the BookFace. Do we all want to stalk other people so much that we feel offended if someone does delete us from the BookFace? We don’t. But there is that weird feeling like you have done something wrong, but you haven’t!
Its so odd how Mark Zuckerburg (or however you spell the dudes name) has some how taken over. Think about it….