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So one day somebody unfriends you. You have no idea why. Or when. You just realise it must have happened. Like when a stray cat pisses on your doorstep.
The unfrienders don’t scream and shout (as people may do in real life when they wish to be unfriendly) and they don’t throw your love letters in your dumb face. They don’t call you names, they don’t slam the door, the neighbours don’t feel they should call the police.
Unfriending is silent. Break a plate and you’ll hear it break. Friendship hits the floor without so much as a half arsed whimper.
Sometimes I have to unfriend people, or unfollow blogs only because there are limited hours in a day. I want to continue with everyone but I just can’t. I hate to do it though because I know I’m missing interesting stories, interesting people.
Ha ha. I know what you mean. I promise I’ll never make a silent unfriender, if ever. And I’ll never unfriend you, whatever may betide.
Good! To all silent unfrienders I say buy some balls, mate. I mean unfriend me all you like, fair enough, but how about telling me first? Why disappear into the night when we could have a civilised, old school, healthy argument:)?