…Yes, I said it: the “F” word.  This post is going to explain one of the components of the great list of reasons why I despise the globally appraised social networking site, yet cannot convince myself to delete it.  

Lately, I’ve been removing people from my friends list… not to be rude or because I don’t like them, but mostly because I have never spoken to them in my life, or even if they do go to my school, I couldn’t pick them out of a crowd of foreigners.  Some of them are decent people, I’m sure.  And deleting them is nothing personal.  However, a majority of them are people who spam my newsfeed with ridiculous statuses about how much they still love their ex-girlfriend and wish they could take back the huge mistake of cheating… blah, blah, blah.  Then, there are the TRUE weirdos.  I’m talking about the people you NEVER talk to who feel obligated to chat with you every single time you appear online.  It’s usually a simple “Hey.” …No big deal, right? Just ignore it and move on. Nope.  These kind of people will: a) Continue to say “hey” over and over until you finally talk to them or delete them.  b) (if you DO decide to be nice and talk to them) Get the idea that you are “DTF” and start asking for your number and/or naked pictures… or, c) All of the above.  

I simply couldn’t stand it anymore.  So why not just delete my account once and for all? First, I use Facebook to keep up with long distance friends and family that live all over the country.  Also, many clubs/organizations I’m a member of have group pages that are useful for finding out important information.  And finally, (even though this is the “bandwagon” excuse and is probably invalid) virtually EVERYONE I know has a Facebook account.  People even make them for their cats these days. (True story!)  It has come to the point that people automatically assume you have one when they meet you.  When I make a new acquaintance and he or she says, “I’ll look you up on Facebook,” how am I suppose to explain that I don’t have one?  No.  I can’t delete it.  So, my only option is to weed out all of the weirdos, creeps, “strangers” that I somehow have 132 mutual friends with, and - let us not forget - the overdramatic girls who for some reason think Facebook is their personal diary.  Yay.