- First there was a person who at one time I considered a friend, as well as his wife, enough to solicit prayer requests here on my blog for their unique intentions and even take her panicked phone call when she thought a member of their parish was putting the moves on her husband. But . . . I made the mistake of disagreeing with her over a rather trivial point regarding the location of a party and thereafter I became "no longer a friend" and some months later the husband blocked me on Facebook. What was funny was I happened to notice that the wife was using as her Facebook profile picture a photograph that I had taken for this couple at Disneyland as part of a portfolio they requested. Hey, at least my skills are appreciated even if I am not! But that's how I learned about "blocking", when a mutual Facebook friend brought to my attention that this fellow was still on Facebook and I thought he had stopped using the service. Block!
- Then there was a high school classmate who had, since college, decided to come out of the closet. Well, good for him. But in rediscovering each other, he found out I was a California family law attorney and just had to know how I felt about Proposition 8 and how I voted. Sure, I realized I was being set up, as another classmate warned me that this guy had been married and after some 15 years and a child told his wife he was "living a lie" and became a leather queen, competing in pageants. Evidently, there was a right answer and I did not provide it in my response. I remember his parting shot: "Well, if my partner and I are ever allowed by bigots like you to marry, see if you're invited!" I had to write back that I was very disappointed in him - we went to one of the best high schools in the country and that was the best he could throw at me? Block!
- And now there is another high school classmate who became a Facebook friend and proceeded to make snarky and rather nasty remarks regarding the Catholic church. I noticed one day he was "tagged" in a photograph by one of his young Mormon missionaries. When I looked at the rest of this missionary's photo album, I discovered anti-Catholic photographs that I posted here on this blog. Well, my high school classmate merely "defriended" me then, and recently sent me a friend request, to which I agreed. All was well for a few weeks - messages among classmates in which he carried on about how much he liked breasts, and then there was the drinking at our high school reunion and posts about how it was nirvana for him to recently see the Dalai Lama at Madison Square Garden. And then suddenly pictures of fellow LDS appeared again on his Facebook wall. So I wrote, jokingly, on his wall that I had seen him go from hedonism to Buddhism and now back to Mormonism, likely motivated by his childhood Catholic guilt, so when would we see him wearing peyos and kaftan and driving a buggy? He told me I needed to "get laid." Block!
What the hell is with people? Trust me, if you don't want me to be your Facebook friend, I don't want to be. But "blocking" seems to be the ultimate in narcisscism . . . you're just not that important.
Now, let's see who else I can piss off.