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I’VE BEEN UNFRIENDED

And it hurts.

Of all the ridiculous statements I’ve made in my life, that one tops them all.

I’m hurt.

To be unfriended?

Really?

I don’t like everybody. So why should everybody like me?

But it goes deeper than that.

The people I dislike are prominent figures with attitudes and verbosity offensive to many.

But in my personal circle?

Maybe I like some people better than others.

Maybe I’m indifferent to some.

But regardless of how I feel I would not deliberately hurt or insult them.

Being unfriended hurts.

Have I ever unfriended anyone?

No.

Have I ever unfollowed someone?

Yes. Once.

Why?

Because of foul language. I’m old school so the genuine f-bomb is not part of my accepted daily vocabulary.

Admittedly I have to work hard to not mutter it under my breath or think it. And occasionally under stress actually vocalize it, sotto voice.

But if you can’t complete a full sentence without a f…..

Well.

So why did I get unfriended?

And by whom?

I’d love to know.

So I can apologize.

I love them anyway.

They can’t make me “unlove” them.

Extra Huge Cyber Hugs and Blessings All.

 

 

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