Not all of them are posting drunk toilet pictures, but there are plenty who post inappropriate content, a lot of which involves drinking. Each of our accounts have a mixture of family, close friends, old family friends, acquaintances, coworkers, high school and grade school friends (plus a tiny percent that fall into the “other” category). Most of the people left on my account are ones who I have a reason to keep in touch with, whether it’s because I enjoy hearing from them and want to keep in touch, or because we’re the ones who work on reunions, projects or other things together. I’m guessing as many as 5-10% of the people on my account are ones I could get rid of and neither I nor they would notice. Of the ones left on my account, there are those whose posts are grossly inappropriate (like the one who’s always posting drunken, nearly-naked pictures of her and her friends) or extremely inflammatory (the hate-filled atheist who posts anti-Catholic rants and links to pro-abortion, anti-religious or pornographic sites). Some of them are mind-numbingly inane (post nothing but annoying memes then like their own posts), or have nearly unbearable personalities (the two-faced narcissist, the one who spoils her kids to an obscene degree, the paranoid conspiracy theorist, the depressed, misogynistic loner, etc.). Others seem to only exist to put others down or post Instagrammed pictures of themselves, their pets, their cars or their food. At least 20% of my friends never post anything other than occasionally liking happy birthday posts on their walls. Then there’s the core group I like to hear from who are generally positive, supportive, upstanding people. They’re the reasons I check it in the morning.
As far as the others go, I would delete them in a heartbeat if it wouldn’t cause problems. I know that, for some of them, I’m going to have to work with them again at some point so blocking them from Facebook would make that awkward. With some, me deleting them would anger others to the point that it’s far easier to keep them as friends. A lot of them are the ones I’ve unfollowed. Then there’s a small handful of family members and friends who I’m genuinely concerned about but who are so immoral and/or self-destructive that it’s a struggle to not delete them. These are people we were very close with in the past, but from whom we’ve grown apart. We don’t want to close the door on them entirely, but they make that difficult on us. It’s gotten a lot easier to unfollow people, and somewhat easier to unfriend/block them entirely.
Regarding my wife’s account, she worries that not accepting a friend request or unfriending someone is rude and could hurt their feelings, so she accepts every friend request she gets. She’s up to almost 400 friends. Most of these are people from high school who she didn’t even like back then. Looking over her account, I counted a grand total of 13 people she actually interacts with and enjoys hearing from, so she could unfollow/unfriend about 97% of her “friends” and turn her Facebook into something she’d actually enjoy. The unsavory parts of her page are similar to mine but worse. Usually far worse. Her page is usually full of people airing dirty laundry, people fighting with their spouse/significant other, vulgarity-filled posts/memes, most of which are about drinking or casual sex, etc. A few times a week I’ll go through her page when nobody else is around and delete as much inappropriate stuff as I can. I respect her boundaries so it actually takes a lot for me to unfollow or block someone on her account, but if they cross a line it doesn’t bother me to delete them.
I think what it comes down to is that we’re different people than we were when we befriended a lot of these people years ago. We’ve grown and matured and have different values than we had then. A lot of the people we know are stuck in their early 20’s. Like I mentioned earlier, a large part of their lives is devoted to drinking, partying, drinking, playing drinking games, drinking, drinking and drinking. My 20-year-old self could drink any five of them under the table, then chug a pint of Jack, then drive on to the next bar for a night of darts, cheap pitchers and shots of tequila. But I’m not 20 anymore, and I don’t care to be. Something I’ve been doing, and something I’d like my wife to do more of, is determining which relationships are worth keeping and fostering and which ones we’re better off without.