The other day I received a request from another Vancouver Observer columnist to be my Facebook friend. I turned him down.
I’m sure he’s a nice guy. His columns are well-written and interesting. But I’ve never met him; never corresponded with him; never talked to him on the phone. We don’t share any personal experiences or memories. So how can he be a friend of mine?
I realize that the word “friend” as used by Facebook is different from how I use it. On Facebook, a “friend” is anyone who you give permission to share your personal information. To me, a friend is someone with whom I have bonded in some way -- as one dictionary definition puts it, “a person you know well and regard with affection and trust”.
Because of this clash between Facebook’s and my own definition of friend, I don’t have many Facebook friends. I have no desire to share information, gripes, updates and observations with casual acquaintances, people who went to the same schools I did or participated in the same social activist causes. Sorry, if you’re not a friend of mine in real life, you’re not going to be my friend on Facebook.
A couple of reasons for this: