As you will have gathered by now, I’m a sociable soul who will chat to anyone. I don’t make real friends that easily but my definition of friend is fairly stringent.
This results in me being on very good terms with all sorts of odd-bods in the area who greet me as a long lost sister, perhaps because I am one of the few who does talk to them and act naturally. They aren’t my friends as such but we brighten up each others’ days and so all is well.
This puts me in a bit of a bind on Facebook. While I don’t accept friend requests from males with nothing but female friends and generally not from people with whom I have no pals in common, I have recently been acquiring some surprise packages. These come in the form of one person recommending me to another whom I accept sight-unseen. Some never communicate again, some turn out to be an irritation.
However, you will also know that I try to find the bright side of everything and a silly woman being an armchair psychologist on one of my posts resulted in A) a sharp riposte from me and B) a lovely chat with one of my Nanny Piglet people, one of my grand-daughters. All lovely stuff. Just reading “Go Nanny, Go!” made me grin rather a lot.
While many of the folks I have met on FB have turned into real mates, I think in future I will direct people to my author page first. I’ll keep my personal FB page just that. I’m so lucky in that I now have friends all over the world. Some I may never meet in person, some I see now and again and some I talk to on the phone.
Time for a spring-clean and take the unwanteds to the charity shop. Being browbeaten on my own page???