Facebook, you can love it or hate it, or maybe a little of each. It’s a great way to reconnect with those who we lost touch with over the years. It’s a fun way to discover obscure facts and read funny jokes, or it’s a great way to waste time.
As much fun as all of this is, I think it’s sad that people have to use a pseudo-anonymous website to let everyone know they are mad, sad, pissed, upset, etc. I was shocked to find out that someone I knew blocked me. She isn’t a close friend, more of an acquaintance, but I’ve known her for a number of years. Apparently I said/did something that got her dander up. But instead of acting like an adult and telling me what I did to offend her, she blocked me. I find that to be the most juvenile action you can take. Did she sit at her computer and say, “Keli really made me mad. I know! I’ll block her! That will show her! But the best part is she won’t even know!” ?
If you aren’t familiar with blocking, the person you blocked can no longer see or find you on Facebook. I found out because I went to tag this person in a photo and her name didn’t come up. I mentioned it to a mutual friend and she mentioned that she just saw a post from her. So I figured it out – I had been blocked.
I had to laugh. If I did something to piss you off, tell me. And everyone is using Facebook as a way to express their angst. I love these posts: “I’m so mad!”, “I can’t believe it!” , “What a bitch!” OK, I’m being sarcastic. I hate those posts. If you want to tell us all that you are mad, or you were wronged, than tell us. And if you are mad at me, don’t block me. Unfriend me, tell me, whatever, but don’t think I won’t find out that I was blocked, because in between looking at pix of kitties, I will find out.