FACEBOOK BLOCKING (Or How To Completely Disappear In Facebook)



       
         The status that was on top of my news feed when I logged on to my Facebook account this morning  was: “You are so annoying, so you’re blocked.”  Instead of just being unfriended, somebody got blocked, which is of course worse. When someone unfriends you, you can still access this someone’s account and see his  or her public posts and activities and you can still send this someone a message. See, somehow, there’s still a link. When someone blocks you, this someone’s account suddenly becomes totally inaccessible and invisible to you (and vice versa). You can turn Facebook upside down but you won’t see any sign of this person.

        Back during pre-Facebook days, to show your annoyance to a friend, you either yell at him or curse him, or punch him, throw stone at his house, kick his dog, or his door or his nuts. Back during pre-Facebook days, to stop someone from stalking and harassing you, you either call a cop or hire a lawyer and sue.

       Now, you only have to block him/her—makes sense since friendship and stalking and harassing mostly just happen in Facebook nowadays. Facebook blocking is certainly less violent than punching someone or throwing a stone at his house and is less bothersome than calling a cop or hiring a lawyer—but it sends the same strong signal: you’re utterly annoyed or harassed.

       When you’re writing a story, you write “The End” to show that it’s finished. In friendship/relationship, you click “Block” to show that it’s finished. You can unblock of course (like you can revise and stretch a story), but a breach has been done, a crack has been inflicted, a punch has been swung, a stone has been thrown and a pair of nuts has been kicked. A relationship that resurrects after the button “Block” has been clicked will not be the same again.

        Blocking is sort of like intentionally puking on somebody—it sends the signal that this somebody is nauseating and totally unwanted.  You can later on wipe the puke, but the stench will linger.

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