Then life resumed, I set the alarm for 2-are-you-kidding me-45 in the morning, and didn’t pay all that much attention to my Facebook pages, either the professional or the private one. I checked in on the weekends, sometimes, occasionally, okay, practically never..
Fast forward to recently, when I discover a feature you probably know quite well already. It’s the one in which people can request to be your friend.
Yes. Dork alert. For years, as a result of being a poor custodian of my Facebook pages, I’ve been unintentionally ignoring/snubbing hundreds, count ’em, hundreds of people.
In an effort to catch up, I’m ruffling through all the names like it’s the list of families to whom you send Christmas cards. Do I know this person?
Because the Seahawks game is about to start, I conclude, heck, with whom would I not want to be friends?
So I just confirmed everybody. Boom. Time for kickoff and I’m now friends with everybody, Including Bob’s uncle, who doesn’t know me from Adam.
Of course you know, and now I do, that the Facebook gang sends messages, suggesting you become friends with your friends’ friends. And your friends’ friends’ friends. In other words, perfect strangers.
So as of this weekend, I am now FB pals with several local, as well as foreign retailers, holders of political office and the people they defeated in their elections, and at least one dead celebrity, who has yet to reply to my confirmation.
And if you initially saw this post on your FB page and you’re saying to yourself, how the heck did he get onto my page, now you know.
And while I won’t necessarily be offended if you unfriend me because you don’t know me, Adam,or Bob, Heck, we’re practically neighbors at this point. Sign-up for these semi-regular blog posts. I keep them short, no radical politics, and try to be entertaining. Just ask one of my 800 new friends!