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Facebook story!

This is some personal stuff similar to any other post of mine except that this is too direct and I am not sure this should be posted, bt right now my 'all secrets sharer' Ak might have slept and I could just relish the freedom of being a blogger!

What really happened is, I updated my profile pic on FB yesterday and guess what ???        90 likes in 24 hours!!
I had to reconsider my beliefs about myself; I look pretty at least after finely editing the picture ;)! Or people had become very active on social networking and I have become lil more popular over time! 

Well the ‘first times of life’ are the most exciting and here it was the ‘first time’ close to 100 likes that made me overwhelmed. Though there are friends who get even 300+ but I decided not to bother myself with such comparisons and stay happy with my plate!

That’s not the end of the story, as a matter of habit, on close analysis, here ‘likes’, I found around 12 were from ppl who were not in my friend list then. Most of them were not even my acquaintances and one among the girls even posted a comment! OMG, was it so irresistible! All smiles J J!

And then came ‘friend requests’ flooding along… I don’t appreciate appreciation to this extent and all were deleted!  Why do people want to be friends with strangers, do their own friends don’t suffice? The idea of such friendship isn’t acceptable to me yet, though I see many of my cousins & friends very okay with it! 
And that’s how I understand why my parents can’t approve of the things that I would die for!!

The last punch in the story is a fellow who couldn’t accept that his request got declined! ( EGO similar to mine) So what he could do ? He started messaging with a one liner.. ‘Hey , hwz u ..hope you remember me ?’ after half an hour another msg  ‘can we be friends?’ after patiently waiting for another hour he gave up and sent me a long appreciation msg .. by including eg. such as my scooty number(it was wrong if I remember correctly) and how he was a great admirer 8 years back and still is and wished me luck despite of whatever..etc.. OMG a whooping moment for any girl entering late 20’s ;) :D ! 
I too didn't give up & finally, as politely and succinctly as I could, I conveyed I don’t want to be his friend,  and that's the end of the story :) (chap blocked)!

PS: I am so much more fond of myself now :P !!

Happy Reading!


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