I have dumped you on social media.
Have a good cry.
Let it all out.
I don’t know why you care.
It’s not like we were ever actually friends.
So, I unfriended you.
There is a mom in the neighbourhood that I actually despise. We refer to her as Mary Sunshine because her toxicity is radiating. She is a horrid, self centred, maddening woman. Why on earth were we ever friends on Facebook to begin with? I never liked her. I never wanted to actually be her friend. She is a wolf in sheep’s clothing. Pretending to be nice but actually seething disrespect and insult wherever she goes.
So, I unfriended her.
There is another mom in the neighbourhood who feels it is her duty on Facebook to argue against anything and everything I ever post. Now, don’t get me wrong, I respect other people’s views and encourage people to stand up for what they believe in. The problem is that she is so publicly aggressive and confrontational. She is missing a much needed social filter.
So, I unfriended her too.
Facebook is a platform where you can put your best, albeit delusional, self forward. To make everyone think your life is wonderfully fantastic, your children are perfect little angels and your husband is unsurpassed. Where you can be an exceptional chef, a supermom and an all around overachiever.
These people are easy to pick out. Spreading their delusion wherever they go. These are the same people who post a lot but very rarely like or comment on anyone else’s posts. Why is that? Easy. They don’t care about you. They only care about themselves.
Narcissism at its finest.
I thought about how to sift through my hundreds of friends and I came up with a plan. If they had not liked or commented on any of my posts in the last three months, they were out.
I did not care if they were family, a friend or an acquaintance. I was drawing the line. I no longer wanted wolves snooping around in my life. It felt like stalking to me. It gave me the creeps.
In a matter of minutes, I had unfriended about three hundred friends. Ahhhhhh.
There was some fall out.
I’m okay with that.
I can live with it.
I can sleep at night.
I now have a healthy group of about fifty friends on Facebook. Actual, real, caring friends. No nonsense kind of friends. No more wolves hovering around, secretly watching my life.
Good riddance wolves.
Free from the obligation social media thrusts upon us to be friends with every acquaintance we ever meet.
Free to avoid your narcissistic tendencies and delusions.
© The Flip of the Switch, January 2016.