Will You Be My Friend?
My sister called me, she just joined Facebook. So far she has 43 friends, five of them are family members including her husband, and the rest are people she went to high school and college with.
A girl she doesn’t know just asked to be her friend. She’s not sure what to do because the girl “thinks” that she knows my sister. And maybe she does, but my sister doesn’t know her.
Personally, I think it’s a Facebook junkie who has nothing better to do but to troll the site for potential friends. As if some how the amount of friends she has will fill that empty emotional void she still has from being the one girl who sucked down too many twinkies in high school.
But I can’t explain that to my sister. She’s a doctor. She thinks in terms of black and white. And doesn’t understand why a random person would claim to be her friend.
Which means she must know her. But she doesn’t.
So now she’s confused. She has surgery in twenty minutes on a twelve-year-old girl who broke her arm skiing. And all she can think about is whether to “Reject” or “Accept” the friend.
If she “rejects” the girl, then she’s rude. And she doesn’t want to be rude. But at the same time, she doesn’t want to “accept” the friendship of a person she doesn’t know.
So, I tell my sister the only thing I know, 43 friends is pathetic. Beggars can’t be choosers. And untill she hits a hundred friends, she has no choice, but to accept everything.
Good luck in the surgery.
