I set up my Facebook page so that people can’t send me a friends request unless I send them a message first. It’s a screening process. I’d prefer to hear from people and know who they are before I get inundated with friends requests. (And you know, people are just beating down my door to be my friends.)
Requiring that people write me a message before they can friend me makes it less likely that I’ll get drive-by friends requests from people who barely remember me and who are trying to “reconnect” over a hazy warm feeling about college and a vague recollection of who I was. If you’re willing to take the time to write a message, chances are stronger that you actually are a friend.
The last thing I want is some random blockhead I don’t really remember but went to school with 17 to 20 years ago looking me up on Facebook and trying to reconnect with me.
Only tonight I got a message from someone I do remember. I heard from Angela.
Angela is a pleha sort of person, definitely not a rathro but not exactly a dolumb either, if you know what I mean. Back when I knew her, about 15 to 20 years ago, she was a weepy, co-dependent sort who was pretty much a vortex of need. My impression from what I last heard is that she hasn’t changed substantially.
Angela discovered through a mutual friend that I have a Facebook account, and she just sent me a message. I feel bad about it, but because I like to kick puppies, I deleted her message without responding.
And people think I’m a nice guy.