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Reflection

Over the years from 2008 when my account was opened,I have learnt a lot on this platform.

I've learnt that we can agree and disagree principally but still remain the best of friends.

I have learnt too that not all friends are friends after all.That we must and should accommodate one another despite our varying,stark differences.That there's no one way of looking into an issue.That I too can and do go wrong.That I am not perfect either. That we need one another.

Who said that nothing good can come out of Facebook?You are wrong.So many good things can be obtained herein.One of them is information.Information is power.I keep on learning everyday.This is a research forum as well.Here we pose questions and our friends help in giving answers.

War of words in this forum can be healthy much as it looks far fetched.You get to know a lot in the kerfuffle that ensues.

We find all categories of people.Those who post their photos all the time,daily,at will tops the list.Naturally they expect nice comments regardless of the kind of photos they've uploaded.So when you become open and say something like "Yak!" they become offended. The same applies to normal posts.The question stands:Must every post be accompanied with a photo?

Then there is this category of friends who will never comment or like your posts but will literally camp in your inbox lecturing you on all disciplines from morality to law,agriculture to economics.You really wonder whether you are friends.They ask the hardest questions like priests yet when you tour their wall---you compare with yours and wonder who should be advising who.Yet you still remain friends.

There are these friends you've talked to,interacted with on Facebook for far too long yet you've never met.At times you even 'forget' and inbox them "I miss you"This is normal taking into account that they do not give you latent vicissitude....

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