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Friendbook faceship?

I caused a bit of a stir when I recently said:

  1. Sacrifice strengthens friendship.

  2. Facebook discourages sacrifice.

  3. Facebook weakens friendship.

Let me explain myself, since it should not have been an exclusive statement. Simply put, my observation, personally, has been that Facebook gives me the illusion that I have invested in my friends, by learning about them, yet without actually spending any time with them. What is it that makes a friendship? Knowing a lot about a person? Certainly thats what you gain through spending time with them. But is that all you gain? What else is it that you find in friendship? Something unquantifiable, something elusive, something greater than the sum of it's parts.

Facebook has mass-produced the conditions needed for mutual self-revelation. But it has succeeded so completely in allowing for self-revelation, that we miss the importance of it being mutual and what exactly mutual is, anyway.

That's not the half of it, but my Saturday is beckoning. Please freely disagree or agree in the comments.

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