When you’re younger, you generally want to be be “friends” with everyone and with as many people as possible. You’ll add anyone on social media — friends and acquaintances alike. Bonds are usually very weak and you normally wouldn’t meet up with most of them — let alone wave to them in public. It’s a weird dynamic. To follow what they’re doing online, but never actually see them in person.
My friends list in the 12 years I’ve been on Facebook has varied wildly. At one point, I had over one thousand of my not so closest friends all linked up and followed. It was all for the soul purpose of not missing out on anything such as trips to the club, parties, ragers, kickbacks, etc. It worked well for that purpose, but if I’ll be honest and blunt, I couldn’t care less about everyone on there. It hit me one day. These people don’t care about me and I don’t care about them. Why am so preoccupied with what they’re doing? How weird. Even more troubling, you tend to feel just as lonely regardless of how many people you befriended or followed.
I feel it’s a false sense of popularity in some regards. Who cares how many friends and followers I have online. Real world is much more important. Having that one friend come to your rescue when you have a flat one the freeway at 12 in the morning beats out a thousand faces in the feed.