I wish I had the courage to leave Facebook. But I don’t. I’m too afraid I’ll miss something.

But I’m having a really unfortunate realization on Facebook. I’m realizing that I don’t like my friends that much.

Well no, I like my real friends. One in particular — Marshall — probably keeps me on Facebook all by himself, as he posts things that are honestly really interesting. And Doug posts real tips on social media.

But I have “friends of friends” — lots of them — who ended up on my friends list because either I or they figured that because we have 48 mutual friends we must be friends by definition. Or people who read me on the Huffington Post or found me on thecommunity.com or here, and decide to add me to the list of people they like to track. Some people I “friend” because I really like or admire something they do. read more »