With all the social networking sites these days, we’re bombarded with requests to let this or that person join our own netowrk of “friends”.
To acknowledge and allow their friend or join request means that they can read all your blog or wall posts, they can see your pictures, they can connect with those you connect with. This is a key to your closet. A pass code to your place in that realm. You should consider each request carefully. Like giving people a key to your front door. Do you really want that person coming and going and reading your post-its?
I started to consider this after reading a blog post that told of the “netiquestte” that seems to imply that to turn down a friend request is rude in some way.
Is it rude to choose not to make friends with your new neighbors because you get an icky vibe? Or that you saw them screaming at their kids or whatever?
Life is about choices and each choice we make is important in the long run, but always works out in the short run if we use our instincts. Too often people are inclined to shut out that inner voice, in favor of a solution they think is more logical or better thought out. The instinct we were given, an inherent human trait, falls by the wayside like last years laptop model.
If you don’t want to be friends with that person, read their stuff and have them read yours….
… just say no.
Two in one day. Two people who served as iconic figures for a generation. Farrah Fawcett in that famous poster. I think every boy or young guy I knew at that time has used that poster for his own personal worship. And who could forget how incredibly hot Michael Jackson was around the time of Thriller. OMG as they say in text.
It seems weird some days, watching my past fall away as those who filled it with images and movies and music now pass.
Both were twoo young in my opinion; Jackson just fifty and Farrah in her sixties. Farrah suffered. She had a long road, but had people she loved with her on the journey. Jackson’s passing came more suddenly…fleeting moments of hanging on and then nothing.
What both leave behind are legacies the best of what each had to give the world.
Michael’s legacy will include some very ugly and sordid times. Some left unravelled.
Farrah leaves the world remembering her fondly as the Hair of the seventies and the goddess in that infamous poster.
I hope both rest easy.