Monday, August 23, 2010
Defriended
Recently, I posted a vague, yet pointed remark on Facebook.
It was in response to some breaking political news I caught online, even though my post indicated nothing of the sort.
When one friend asked for more information, I clarified and referenced the issue. I still hadn't said anything of any consequence. I made my position pretty clear, but took care not to say anything that would be construed as offensive, or even mildly snarky.
A second friend piped up to clarify how I had voted on this particular issue. As soon as I confirmed that I'd voted differently than he would have liked, he immediately defriended me.
It was quite a blow, but left me wondering why. It's not like we were particularly close. In fact, I haven't seen the guy in two years and wouldn't know much of anything about his life if not for Facebook. We frequently commented on one another's statuses and he always invited me to attend his latest theater productions, though with my crazy schedule, I never made much of an effort to show up.
In reality, I'm not sure that we were friends anywhere except on Facebook.
So why did I care so much? Why do I still care?
I guess it's really simple.
I don't like double standards.
This friend writes whatever he wants. He doesn't worry about offending or annoying anyone. In fact, he probably assumes everyone agrees with him. I never debated any of the (many) topics on which we (strongly) disagree. I happen to believe everyone is entitled to their own opinion, no matter how wrong it may be.
And yet, I found myself in a situation where I wasn't particularly vocal. I made a tiny, barely noticed comment and was quickly dismissed. Rejected. Defriended.
I actually deleted the entire post and all of the related comments, because I didn't WANT there to be a big, nasty fight with or among my friends.
But still, there was this feeling, even as I deleted it, that this whole situation was so very, very wrong.
I felt like I was dismissed under a false assumption that I'm, somehow, closed-minded. Maybe even intolerant. In fact, the opposite is true.
I've seen this time and again among many different groups. It's counter-intuitive, but there just seems to be this widespread attitude that if you don't agree with me, it's because you're intolerant/bigoted/etc. If I don't agree with you, it's because I'm enlightened.
My solution was to delete the whole thing and pretend I'd never spoken up in the first place. But what did that really accomplish? It seems like we'd all get along better, not by pretending to agree with everyone else, but by assuming no one agrees with us at all and talking about our differences, rather than turning our backs on each other over them.
I wish I'd had the chance to explain my feelings to my friend. To tell him that, even though I didn't support something that he believes in, I DO support his right to believe it. And if I'd had the chance to talk to him before being unceremoniously deleted, I could have confessed that I, myself, was more than a little conflicted about the issue in the first place.
Why are we so reluctant to talk to each other about the things that matter to us?
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