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For all the use I get out of social media, one painful "gift" it's given that I don't like having is the ordeal of having to see old friends psychologically crumble over time. Like, you could remember onetime friends as they were, instead of beholding horror of what they become.
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Like, say, seeing an old friend metastasize into the kind of person who is all "end lockdown now!" and thinks that antivaxxers are the optimum source for critical assessments of how epidemiologists are doing these days, because Niall Ferguson's affair or something.
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Like, I'd rather just not know about that. I'd rather not have to see that kind of degeneration play out in front of me. And it's not just this friend. We all crumble in some way, over time, under the pressures of life, given enough time.
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And I've just realized that, you know, that's something we're all going to be watching in realtime: the slow, ongoing crumbling and collapse over time of the bodies and psyches of not just our close friends, but people who were once friends, lovers, acquaintances, coworkers...
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Can you see yourself in the nursing home, reading your high school friend's hateful, fallacy-laden screeds against science or interracial marriage or vat-grown meat or increasing the UBI's accessibility or the research into helping same sex couples produce biological offspring?
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I guess I need to get better at just unfriending people. I do unfollow without hesitation, at least, but somehow unfriending the last person I'm still connected to from a certain period or area of my life feels like it compounds the loss, if that makes any sense? I dunno.