I was defriended on Facebook. I have an average amount of friends, with a hefty amount of posts to wade through, but this “friend’s” posts were extra special-- funny, creative posters for his rock band’s shows, so I noticed them missing right away. I scrolled through my list of friends to be sure of my demotion. Yep, I was deleted.
To be fair, I have done this to a few people. I know you can just “hide” them instead and be rid of their status updates forever, but sometimes I just want to clean house all the way. I like to purge.
At first I felt rejected, but the more I think about it, the funnier it gets. What crossed his mind? “That Lisa Barnhouse and all her photos of Ithaca! I can’t take it.” It wasn’t like I was uploading shots of my compost pile (that’s next, BTW).
Maybe his wife made him do it…they got into a big fight and she went through his friend list and started pointing to all the ex-girlfriends and commanded, “Out!”
Or it’s payback, after all these years. I was the one who made up the lie that I didn’t need a date for my homecoming dance because I allegedly had to “work the event” and then took someone else (he went to a different school). I think that ended our brief relationship, if me riding around on the back of a Vespa scooter constitutes a relationship.
Probably I’m not cool enough for his punk rock star life and he only tolerates friends who look like they work for Satan on his profile. Even if I do own a pair of really excellent black leather boots and know every word to every single Clash song ever written.
Whatever the reason, it really makes me want to laugh, or grab a microphone and some drum sticks, and yell at the top of my lungs
“ONE, TWO, THREE, FOUR…
White riot, I wanna riot, white riot, a riot of my own!”
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