I unfriended someone on FB. I actually know the person in real life. And, no, it's not one of the idiots from high school who, having slept around and gotten ass-falling drunk and stoned out of their gourds, turned into conservative asshats who oppose birth control and abortion and gay marriage and what-have-you. (I unfriended those people after the last presidential election.)
This is someone I actually know in the present time. Or maybe it's someone I thought I knew. Because I'm very picky about FBriending. I ponder a request. I wonder if it's someone that, if offended, will own up to being offended. That's fine. I offend my husband with my liberal leanings all the time. And I still crawl into bed each night, next to him, blissful that, next to me, is someone that I am blessed to have.
So, yeah, I unfriended someone.
And it felt really good.
And I am more than happy to have awkward encounters in the future because, yeah, we're not FBriends or friends.