Some of my friends have their parents on Facebook. No let me rephrase (to be more precise): some of my friends accepted the requests their parents sent them to be their friends on facebook…
When your mum sends you a friend request on facebook, you have 2 choices:
Reject the request: you really really wanna do that! But you can’t! I mean… this is your mum! Duh! You can’t refuse this favor! And if you ever reject the friend request, your oriental mentality will make you feel remorse: “why did I do that? She kept me 9 months in her womb taking up all the trouble herself, then she raised me, whatever now I am is because of her and her determination to make me a man/lady, I accepted friends requests from people I barely know so how could I do that? and blablabla”… + she will remind you of this reject every day on lunch.
Accept the request: and this is where the real problems begin. Because now my dear friend, you’ll have to delete “sex and marijuana” from your interests and replace them by “reading and studying”. And the profile picture where you had a 1L beer and 2 cigarettes will be replaced by a picture of your graduation.
And now my dear friend, you will start receiving invitations to join “Jesus loves you” and “al 7ob el 2awwal series” pages… and you’ll have to accept them if you don’t want to talk about this rejection everyday at lunch.
The best part of all that is yet to come: she’s gonna read your news feed every 6 hours, comment your status, your friends comments, the pictures (you were proud of) where we can see your ass and tag you in some old family ridiculous pictures.
I’ll end my post with message to my parents: I love you but you’re not my friends… so please just don’t join facebook and send me friend requests…