To Friend or To UnFriend

This past weekend, I did a spring cleaning on my Facebook “Friends” and “unFriended” about 30.

The criteria was as follows:

1 Co-workers with whom I don’t have a relationship outside of work
2 Old friends that were re-acquainted & we just didn’t talk anymore
3 Old school mates who I didn’t talk to much in high school anyway
4 Acquaintances that I probably won’t run into again and with whom there was very little interaction.

I had already been a bit selective on who I “friended” (for example, only one person from my son’s scout troop got in, but she’s a good friend of mine outside of the troop), but just felt a lack of privacy and like voyeur fodder.

And, really, I don’t think Facebook “Friends” are a big deal.  My friends ARE a big deal: You know, that ones that share  writing class, Ladies’ nights, Florbaideazon, goofy moments, tears, dinners, movies, the pain, the joy…and not just Apps and Likes.

Adjust the Aperture

“Take a picture with your words,” she said.
“Don’t forget that the shadows, colors and lines are yours to capture.”

As she spoke, I felt my brain rupture
taking the neurons on a classic adventure.
Nimble fingers adjusted the aperture
where ice white hair and shadowy dark wrinkles
met at a juncture.

“A bit of chemical would bring shady flatness with a tincture,”
she whispered, ending the lecture.