Home / Don’t Take This Personally: I Deleted You From My Facebook Friends List

Don’t Take This Personally: I Deleted You From My Facebook Friends List

Please Share...Print this pageTweet about this on TwitterShare on Facebook0Share on Google+0Pin on Pinterest0Share on Tumblr0Share on StumbleUpon0Share on Reddit0Email this to someone

I recently deleted 2 people from my Facebook friends list and you’d think I literally used an axe to cut them out of my life. The first “friend” I deleted went on a rant, running down her list of friends, screaming in all aps – “Donna deleted me! What the…! Donna DELETED ME!” The second person was apparently so upset he had to take to his bed because he’s not the one who messaged me; he had a friend do it.

Listen, don’t take this personally because I don’t even know you. And that’s the whole point, isn’t it? If I don’t know you, and you don’t know me; what does it really matter, in the grand scheme of things, that I deleted you from my friend list? Let me make this easy on you. Here are 5 reasons I delete people from my Facebook friends list.

I’m not a prude by any means. But you don’t know that, do you? And I don’t know anything about you other than the fact that your vocabulary is severely limited. I never used a 4-letter word when I was communicating with you; why do you think it’s okay to use them when you’re communicating with me?

You have no idea who is going to see what you post on facebook and, while the C-word, the N-word and the F-word may be a part of your everyday vocabulary, most people find them offensive. It doesn’t matter to me at all that you’re not intelligent enough to express yourself with words of more than 4 letters. But it’s my page and I choose not to read that kind of language, that’s all.

It’s nothing personal. It doesn’t mean I’m mad at you or I don’t like you or I’m going to hack your account. It just means I don’t like to read that kind of language, that’s all.

I have a big chip on my shoulder when it comes to social networks, and I’m just waiting for somebody to come along and try to knock it off. In my opinion, social networks are destroying the very fabric of humanity.

You have every right to your opinion. And I to mine. And when you express your opinion I either agree with it, keep my mouth shut, or ask you, politely, to clarify your point. I welcome polite dissension among the ranks. Where would we be without the opportunity to debate?

However, it’s my opinion that people are spending so much time socializing online that they’ve become desensitized to other people’s feelings. Too many people think it’s fine to angrily call someone out, on a public forum, just because they disagree with their opinion. In fact, I think the real problem is that people no longer know the difference between respectful disagreement and a heated argument.

It’s easy to get all up in someone’s face when you can’t see them; you can’t see how your words are affecting them. But just because it’s easy doesn’t mean it’s right.

I believe in the Golden Rule. If you can’t treat me with respect when your opinion differs from mine, if you feel the need to go into attack mode just to make your point, well, that’s another indication of your level of intelligence, isn’t it?

Don’t take this personally but I have enough drama in my life, thank you very much. I don’t mind having an intelligent conversation with you, exchanging intelligent ideas and opinions. Let me know when you get some and I’ll add you back to my friends list.

Why? What is the point of bullying someone on the Internet? I hate to keep coming back to this same point – but how intelligent is it to try to force someone to do something or feel something when you can’t even look them in the face, let alone knock them around? Aren’t you pretty much just showing how stupid you are?

Seriously. OK, I can see where maybe you’re telling them you’re gonna kick their butt after school tomorrow if they don’t do your book report. But aren’t you just giving them time to line up an army and meet you in the parking lot BEFORE school?

And in my case, you can rant and rave all you want. But you still can’t touch me. And I can still delete you. So don’t take it personally, but all you ever want to do is fight and, since I don’t really know you or have anything invested in our relationship, you’re just not worth it.

Yes. I firmly believe you have every right to believe whatever you want to believe about God. I also don’t mind a spirited spiritual discussion. But when you start preaching to me I’m gonna have to cut you loose.

You have your beliefs and I may or may not have my own. But I’ve been wrestling my own demons for years and pretty much managed to keep them at bay. I don’t need you standing on the sidelines trying to tell me how to do it.

Don’t take it personally, though. Deleting you from my friend list doesn’t mean I hate you or God or angels or anything. It doesn’t mean you failed at converting me, either. It just means I don’t want to talk about it and since that’s the only way to shut you up…

If I’ve seen it once this week I’ve seen it fifty-eleven gazillion times. Please, please, please stop posting the picture and video of those two poor dogs left stranded in Japan. The dogs have been rescued. Days ago. If you’d read the news instead of hanging out posting suffering puppy pictures all day you’d know that. And I’m actually tired of hearing about all puppies, all over the world, who are all being abused, abandoned, and starved.

I get that you love puppies. I have two myself. But there are so many, many more important issues in the world today. For example, did you know that there are still people buried under rubble in Northern Japan? People who have been forgotten? And why have they been forgotten? Because the media is so busy concentrating on those 2 dogs and the nuclear reactor issue that they’ve neglected to let the world know that there are still people – real people – in Japan who need help.

Now don’t get all upset and take this personally. Now don’t get all upset and take this personally. Now don’t get all upset and take this personally….


Powered by

About Donna Anderson