Friends, Facebook, and Followup
Facebook is so funny. You're sitting there trying to beat level 89 of Candy Crush, and up pops this friend request - this person you haven't seen or heard from in years, you were in homeroom with him in 10th grade. During your years, you probably exchanged... I don't know... 35 words? Now, he is so excited to have found you. So, your finger hovers over the button on your smartphone... Do I accept? What's his name again? oh, yeah.. Jake. So, you click on his profile to see what he shares with the public. A few photos, not much. He looks like his younger version, just heavier. Oh, his wife looks nice. Looks like they live in Rhode Island. I don't know anybody else in Rhode Island. So, you accept the request. Now, there he is.. friend number 389. You don't really care that he found a new shawarma place for lunch today, or that his kid lost a tooth. You don't want to be bothered with how upset he...