Thursday, 7 July 2011

The woes of Facebook

Up until this point in my life I have been able to conduct both my everyday life and my social life without the use of a social networking site. That’s not to say that I’m against the whole shebang but I just haven’t seen the need. My main reason for staying away is that I don’t have that many friends! I’m not in touch with anyone from my school days (thank the lord!) and I only have a small group of close friends and a slightly larger group of occasional friends who are likely not online anyway! So, it’s more a fear of being a loser with only about 15 ‘friends’ that makes me stay away as I’m not the kind of person to add people as friends that I don’t even know or only met once. Until recently!

Now I am a fully fledged member of Facebook and I have to admit it was quite fun for a while. I was able to keep up to date with the occasional friends without the horror of a silent phone call punctuated by bursts of inane pleasantries! There’s also the games which is a strange addiction of mine and possibly one of the reasons that I can’t seem to drag myself out and about to try and find Mr Right! So all was going well until I got a friend request from a girl I worked briefly with about 4 years ago. The briefness lasted for about 4 months which in the grand scheme of things is a rather short amount of time. We weren’t close friends especially since I was her line manager. But I still thought nothing of adding her as a friend. I did know her, I’d met her more than once and what harm could it do? Well…

…she’s a bloomin’ psycho! She started leaving messages on my wall thingy saying that we should meet up and ‘have tea’. That’s fine but I’m not that fancy, she certainly wasn’t that fancy and I never had the urge to do fancy stuff like that with her. I assumed I was being overly critical and gave her a non-specific, placating response. Alas she was not to be bested and so began her quest to meet with me at all costs. Messages came pouring in about how we should meet up and eat cake together, shed a few tears about the past and how she could really do with a huge hug with me. Odd and slightly creepy seeing as she was just someone I worked with and not a friend that I had inadvertently lost contact with. It would be a little easier to deal with if I could pass it off as some sort of weird crush but the girl is engaged to be married and, well, a girl! So, rather than deal with the weirdness that was beginning to happen at least two times per day, I blocked her as a friend from Facebook. Rub hands together – all sorted.

Not so much.

She started on my friends. When you block someone on Facebook they completely disappear so she could find me on no searches and any posts that I put on other people’s walls are hidden to her so you’d think that she would get the hint. Nope – the messages started going to my other friends. Where’s Daisy? Is she okay? Why doesn’t she want to be my friend? Have I done something to upset her? Apart from getting a life, if the girl was any kind of friend to me she would have known that this kind of thing is the surest thing to raise my hackles. I hate when people are too needy and hate it even more when people resort to playground tactics. Yeesh – if it takes that much effort to get me to be your friend am I really worth it? Without being too negative – no I am not!! When she started to quiz my friends about whether I still stayed at the same address and drove the same car as I did 4 years ago (yes and no), that’s when my friends got a little concerned and she was blocked by them as well.

So now I’m a little wary as I not only have to worry about stalker Greg but also about scary Lorna appearing at my door. Luckily Greg has toned down the crazy and the only thing I’ve seen him do of late is stare at me out his window as I get out my car. He always has a look on his face that reminds me of a wounded puppy but I will not be swayed. And I really should find a way to rid myself of whatever I am wearing, doing or acting that makes me the target of crazy stalker types!!

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