Sven and I met yesterday for the first time, on the birthday of a friend. Today, we sit side by side with a birthday breakfast and do we actually talk. But really it does not work. He is facebook enemies, not knowing how facebook is, and I'm not, no more. Since 2008. I was once facebook opponents. Without knowing how facebook was.
why I Schmunzel now a little bit. He brings a lot of my old arguments, but he looks very serious, his brow repeatedly raises wrinkles. Opponents are probably a bit cramped. I know this was once I often opponents. I've given up on happiness. Almost, just almost, I must admit. Because when I look at now as I am cramping and almost a little in Dafürsein, then I discover that the Dafürsein actually may be only a form of contrast, one, namely against being against.
"I want to live my life with real things." statet Sven.
"Yes, of course." I comment.
"I want to travel, People meet me and talk to them. "
I like that." Yes, I do. "
" Facebook is just not real life. "
" What exactly is really not facebook? "I asked in surprise.
"Well, all people, you do not know. And they all want to be friends with. "
" I search out who I confirm the fb friendship. "I report." There is hardly anyone that I have not already met or spoken to in real life. And if I really see anyone not want to do, I hide it, or delete the contact. "
" I can not. "Why he can not, will remain open during the course of further conversation. I guess that's an interesting point.
"For me it's like a private newspaper, and the editors are my friends." I describe my experience. "Accordingly, also design the website. This is very convenient because I save myself a lot of research. I've no TV and no newspapers. I made the politically interested friends, technically savvy, musikinterressierte, literature, art and marketing enthusiastic friends. Many talk about themselves and their experiences. Some dare to say privately, others stay for business. Each man is different. "
"This is total waste of time. I would rather live my real life." He has now strained.
"Yes, of course, I do, too. "
" I prefer to meet with real people. "
" Me too. "
" And if your image is in there once, can facebook do whatever it wants. It no longer belongs to you, "he reveals.
" You need not a picture of you stop, you take hold a drawing. "I understand the argument completely.
But he does now on the facebook risk and now is not to slow.
"Everything you write as can be read surreptitiously,"
"Well, depends on the privacy settings, what?" I'm thinking "You can indeed be set so that you can control exactly who does what read from your postings. Since there are friends lists, groups, you may very well , Set who sees what. Where's the problem? "
" Nevertheless, "he throws out a bit emotional" I do not just want to get from any post. I have not the time to answer all that. I will also have no idea what to write to me about her personal life. "
I look at him in surprise. At least at this point I know he does not know what he's talking about. And I see him in his fear. The fear of the unknown.
"Post", I ask "Who writes for post? Since you do see any mail. "
later I realized that he probably meant posts. But in that moment, he jumps forward to the table and leaves the room.
Later, when we talk again and calm things down again, because we both are nice friendly people, he wrote me on his email. He has offered me to accommodate a friend of mine for six days with her, because she desperately needs an accommodation for this time. Although he has not even seen. I think that's at least as open, friendly, helpful and friendly as a surprise. After the previous conversation, anyway.
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