Relationship

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People on Social Media

ZZZ: Hi, I want to know why you unfriend me. Thanks.
YYY: Oh I did 'cos you're not adding anything to me. I'm sorry.
ZZZ: So why did you do it on my birthday?
YYY: The social media birthday notification alerted me of you as one of the celebrants of the day. And when I looked into your account, it's as dry as the Sahara desert.
ZZZ: But I do read all of your posts.
YYY: I don't know, and I wouldn't have know as well.
ZZZ: So you're waiting for me to click like and comment on your posts before you know that I'm following you?
YYY: Well not totally that, at least I checked your timeline and I didn't see you post anything not even pictures upload. The last activity on your wall happened over a year ago.
ZZZ: I'm always busy, that's why.
YYY: Then it will be better you leave the social site for business or busy sites.
ZZZ: That's rude of you, isn't it enough that you spoilt my birthday by unfriending me on my day? You don't even know if I've been sick or...GOSH!
YYY: I'm sorry, I don't know you. On social media; we are all ghosts behind the screens. So if you are on any social media site please be active, even at the minimum level.
ZZZ: I love to read only.
YYY: Well I love it when people participate as well. At the soccer stadium, we have the players, coaching crew, security personnel, and spectators; they are actively engaged in one thing or the other while the game is on.
ZZZ: Are you trying to coach me on how to operate on social media?
YYY: Not at all. See I have the choice of unfriending or blocking you. I'm busy now, I need to leave this inbox chat. I will not be right back, I may have to block you.
ZZZ: You're rude actually. You go ahead and block me here, and I will create another account to follow you!

© FERT, 2015

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