Facebook is the new Friendster.
That’s what I told a friend of mine.
Or more accurately, that’s what I posted on his wall when he said that people who didn’t share our respect for both the Filipino and English languages — such as it was — were all set to invade and conquer our favorite social networking site.
Since he was an old fart who had a lot of time on his hands — which in turn, indicates the kind of company I keep — he was relentless.
“Friends, the end is near,” he said, continuing our discussion thread by posting on my wall. “Last night I was at a burger joint on Timog and heard two of these youngsters (from different tables) talk about Facebook. We’re finished.”
By youngsters, he was obviously referring to people younger than himself, which just about covered more than half of the Philippine population.
According to my friend — who is pushing 40 but has the mind and body of a healthy senior citizen — these young ones were about to lay siege on the Facebook community by mangling both languages through atrocious spelling and inelegant turns of phrase.
But I’m not bothered.
Practically no one among my 150++ friends on Facebook can be accused of befouling both languages, save for myself.
This explains why I remain choosy about whom I pick as friends in the said website, a decision that has benefits and drawbacks.
Since my Facebook friends are relatively literate, articulate, and open-minded individuals, I have no need to explain myself whenever the comments I post on respective statuses, notes, pictures, and whatnot may be considered risqué.
They’re my friends, for crying out loud.
If they disallow and/or discourage me from airing my opinions, however biased (i.e., GMANews.TV is the world’s greatest website of all time) then they deserve being deleted from my A-list.
So far, none of my real friends on Facebook have been eager to curb my enthusiasm.
Nevertheless, I admit having to “unfriend” some of my so-called virtual “friends,” especially those whom I have never met at all. (Why I chose to become their Facebook friends in the first place is a mystery, even to myself. Blame it on alcohol, internet addiction, and plain stupidity.)
This, of course, has qualified me to become a world-class Facebook snob, according to my real friends.
But snob or not, I still am entitled to living the kind of life that I like, a right guaranteed under various international conventions to which this country is a signatory.
This right includes hanging out with people who share the same values and attitudes as I do.
Which explains why I recently looked up two college buddies whom I haven’t heard from in more than a decade.
Using Facebook’s private messaging tool, the three of us exchanged contact details and agreed to meet for dinner just to catch up on each other’s lives.
Details of the reunion — date, time, and place — was decided in just one afternoon, all thanks to the wonders of social media.
Since then, my college buddies and I have been able to organize a get-together on the fly, filling up my fair share of gimmicks and salvaging what remains of my social life.
Thanks, Facebook. You’ve got a friend in me, virtual and otherwise.
Facebook is the new Friendster.