How many friends do you have? I have 900.
900 is not just some random number. It is the number of Facebook friends I currently have. But let’s be real here. I am not actually friends with all 900 of them. Shoot, Kevin Max from dcTalk is one of my Facebook friends. He and I have never met nor spoken nor even corresponded but years back he sent me a friend request for some unknown reason and I accepted because I thought it was pretty cool.
That happened in a far more innocent time. It was a time when my every Facebook post began with “Amanda Whitehead is…” and I just completed the sentence, when I still remembered my mySpace password, when the most annoying thing I’d come across is another cat meme or someone live tweeting their life on the wrong platform. (Nobody cares that you just bought a shirt, Barry.) Now my Facebook feed is full of stuff I don’t want to see. It overwhelms my mental capacity. It sucks my time. Too often, it craters my faith in humanity.
If you have a Facebook account, it’s really hard to prevent that friend count from ballooning. That’s because Facebook chose a super personal and already widely understood term to describe each connection – friend. The word “friend” carries a lot of baggage. If someone I’ve met at any point in my life sends me a friend request, it feels cruel to decline it because it’s like saying, “I don’t like you.” So I accept. And then I accept those people’s signifiant others because I don’t want to offend anybody. Now I find myself with more “friends” than I could ever honestly have, some of them posting content that ranges from uninteresting or not applicable to downright upsetting, and no clear way of escape short of getting rid of my account entirely. And yes. I have considered the nuclear option, seriously enough that I downloaded all my data not too long ago just in case.
Here’s the thing. Facebook as many of us use it isn’t truly a tool to help cultivate and strengthen friendships. It’s a content management system. It’s a mean, de-humanizing soap box. It’s a disseminator of targeted advertising and disinformation. It’s a networking tool. It’s a dumpster fire. Calling these connections Facebook friends simply guilts me into maintaining and growing the system. I’m tired of it.
Human beings were not made to cultivate and nurture 900+ active friendships. I would argue we also aren’t made to regularly deep dive into the thoughts of 900 people. I do, however, have capacity for content I enjoy. I love looking at beautiful photographs, reading thoughtful articles and opinion pieces, and cracking up at things I think are funny. So I’m changing how I approach Facebook “friendship.” I’m going to keep subscribing to content creators sharing things I enjoy and I’m going to remove connections to those posting things I don’t enjoy. I refuse to bring friendship into it. Hopefully this approach will allow what encourages, nourishes, and makes me smile to shine through.
If not, I still have the nuclear option.