I find Facebook pretty silly, yet somehow I can manage to spend really unreasonable amounts of time there. What’s odd to me is that I don’t really care about the number of “friends” I have there, but if I do make a friends request, I’m really nervous about it being rejected. Why on earth do I care? It isn’t real life.
It’s an odd thing.
Categories: Just for Fun
Facebook, Just for Fun
So – someone rejects your friend request. Then what happens? Nothing. Don’t worry about it!
hehe It’s not like I lose sleep or cry. I just expend more energy on it than I probably should, and that’s curious to me.
But if I *did* worry, I would be very upset about you and Carson, because neither of you has confirmed my request yet.
I never received one from you…
Hm. Then I feel kind of stupid.
I’ll do it tonight.
“Real” is the imaginary relationship between an individual and their existence. Real can be many things, including facebook.
So it seems.
Are you attempting to help me rationalize my neuroses? ‘Cause I gotta say, I could definitely use the help?
Or maybe that second sentence is declarative rather than interrogatory. (Wow, I just used those words…)