I had 2 friend requests from people that I went to high school with, whom I

• did not know in high school
• have not known since high school
• failed to receive any type of explanation as to why they were interested in acquiring my e-acquaintance now

And I resented them–the requests, not the individuals. I get that people use Facebook for different purposes but I am not a brand, I don’t have anything to sell (just yet anyway) and I don’t believe that because we attended the same compulsory education institution a decade ago that you somehow deserve to be privy to my present-day life. I don’t care to have 600 friends and only talk to 60. I don’t totally understand why people find that appealing but it doesn’t matter why they do because that’s not what I want. People are not me. It reminds me of leaving unused electronic appliances plugged into outlets and how they still seep current out of the walls. Phantom power. It’s like the power of ghosts.

No. No, thank you. Don’t want. Don’t need.

To strip it down even further, I realized that this is what it comes down to for me: you don’t merit a place in my life because you ask for one; you merit a place because you prove you deserve one. It’s really simple. And this is obviously bigger than just some silly social networking non-issue; it was just the catalyst.

I’m glad they sent them now. It made me think about my boundaries and why they exist. And why it’s necessary to enforce them, even when they seem over something  trivial.

It’s one thing Bassey says a lot:
Make no apologies for how you choose to take care of yourself.