Some time today or possibly tomorrow, I will celebrate my 1,000th friend on FaceBook.
I guess this has to be considered a milestone, of sorts. I probably should make a big deal about it. Give them a certificate. Buy them lunch. Include them in my will.
I certainly made a big deal leading up to FaceBook Friend No. 666. Nobody really wanted that distinction, and I had three candidates hovering around there at the end.
I didn’t want to embarrass any of them, so I did a blanket approval at the same time and moved on without ever mentioning or making light of it again.
FB Friend No. 1,000 has to be considered significant, though. That’s quadruple-digit territory.
I have only been on FaceBook six months — since mid-December — and I have had folks come up to me in utter amazement that I have accumulated that many “friends.”
“I don’t even KNOW that many people,” they tell me.
Well, truth be told, I don’t really know all 998 people on my “friends” list. I’m not sure I’ve even met half of them. Many are just loyal readers. They feel as if they know me. And I appreciate them.
Sometimes they just find me. Sometimes I find them. We may never meet face-to-face. Our paths may never cross. But we are connected by this networking revolution. We are bridged by technology, bonded in cyberspace.
It’s not a race. It’s not a contest – he who dies with the most FB Friends wins!
After resisting for several years, FaceBook has been more fun than I ever imagined. I have found old friends and made new ones. I have been able to share my life with this select and contained group of people, and they have shared their lives, too.
If a picture paints a thousand words, I guess it’s OK for a writer to have a thousand friends.
But I’m not stopping there.