A little kid goes grocery shopping with his mother. They separate for a short time. Then, being lost, he says, “Martha! Martha!”
Short time later his mother rushes up and hugs him. She says, “Why did you call out Martha, Martha, I am your mother?”
The kid says, “There are a lot of mothers in the store, better chance you’re the only Martha.”
Presently, I am trying to make friends outside of Facebook while applying the same principles. Therefore, every day I go down on the street and tell the passers-by what I have eaten, how I feel, what I have done the night before and what I will do tomorrow night.
Then I give them pictures of my family, my dog, and me gardening and spending time in my pool. I also listen to their conversations and tell them I love them. And it works!
I already have three people following me... two police officers and a psychiatrist!