On Sunday night, I scrolled through my Facebook news feed and noticed someones status. It wasn’t a personal dig against my creative genius or an accusation that I owed her a $20. Nothing deep was said. Nothing funny or clever or inspirational. It was simply an observation about the idiocy of the Oscars.
My news feed was filled with negative Oscar commentary, so why stop at this particular status? Because of the person behind the words. I realized I hadn’t communicated with the Facebook user in over 6 months. We hadn’t text or emailed. We hadn’t spent hours on chat though the bubbles beside our names are almost always green. We didn’t wish each other Merry Christmas, Happy New Year, or Happy Valentines Day. So why is this now stranger still my “friend” on Facebook?
I’m sure the same ran through the mind of Kamisha Richards, who was stabbed once in the chest this Monday night over a Facebook fight. It all began the very same Sunday when I questioned my friends list. Kayla Henriques, Kamsha’s boyfriends sister, began badgering her on Facebook over a $20 debt. The next day Richards was murdered.
I’m not implying the Facebook user would kill me if I remove her from my friends list. They may not care just like they haven’t cared to call to congratulate me for being a first time Tia or being in a new, healthy, and positive relationship. But deleting a user who was once a part of one’s life does send a message. The person and your mutual friends will then be aware that there is an irreparable rift.
So what does one do? Continue to share personal photos and intimate thoughts with a person who, though does me no harm, is only privy to my life because of Facebook posts? I, the 1st Lady of Love, am unsure. So for now, I will leave it as is. Though eventually I will sporadically edit my Friends list and clean house.