I made the decision a week or so ago that I was going to just try and add as many facebook friends as I could. Superficial? You betcha. Meaningless accomplishment? Actually, even more so than I had assumed at first. For a while, I was getting a fair bit of “please send friend requests only to people you know or you will be considered a low-life spammer” but it seems as if I have passed through some kind of barrier, crossed some sort of line, and my hotmail inbox is flooded with confirmed friend requests. I am now in the realm populated by people like myself, who will be friends with anybody. Getting up to the maximum of 5,000 friends will be a piece of cake. It takes no imagination or charm. Anybody can do it if they want to.
There have been a couple of “people I might know” that I didn’t request as friends. One who listed his politics as Republican. One or two others who I found something not to like in the 3 or 4 seconds I look at someone’s profile. Mostly, though, I accept everybody. I guess since quite a few of my original friends are writers, I am now on a writer streak. Probably 80% of my friends list themselves as writers or poets. A lot of them, like me, are pushing their books.
Why am I doing it? Well, to push my books, for one thing. But, also, as shallow as a facebook friendship might be, it’s nice to have a lot of friends.
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