After all these years of preaching to others about the dangers of Facebook and to be aware of who you allow a window into your world, I am surprised by my own inability to accept the fact that not everyone on there is going to be as honest about “friends” as I seem to be.
I am still naive enough to believe that accepting a friend request on Facebook means you like the person.
This is not true anymore.
Facebook has become a breeding ground for the malignant disordered of the population and while there are many out there that are groovy blue suedes, there are just as many out there that are content to sit back and gather moody intel so they have someone the chew on during dinner parties and coffee dates.
I guess the great part of all of this is I have friends that know all of this and just don’t care. They make every post they write proudly Public and shake their booty like they just don’t care. I wish, wish, wish I had that bravado these days, but I just don’t. So I will be keeping my personal life personal, while still letting you take a peek at my thoughts right here, on Madeline Scribes.
How do you feel about Facebook these days? Does it scare you, or do you feel like it’s still a really friendly place?
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