For the first few months I had a Facebook account, I did not have any friends. I do now. And I have been quite pleasantly pleased to add a rather well-known blogger and sundry real-life friends and acquaintances, past and present.
However, the deluge of mindless messages does get on my tits. I do not want to have sheep thrown at me, nor be chest bumped, hugged or headbutted by people I haven't met for years. One has even thrown an imaginary snowball at me. Maybe I am just getting old and cynical, but FFS people! And if I ever get poked, kissed, licked or spanked by any of them, I am claiming sexual harassment.