James doesn’t want your friendship, he wants your privacy.
When you see a Trump follower, that dark creature calling you to assimilate and fly right, to cut your hair and take the purity test, sending you a friend request on Facebook, he isn’t asking you for your friendship, Anand.
No ananda is implied or offered, IMNSHO.
A Facebook friend has access to your friends list, to your friends-only posts, to tit-for-tat messaging, and a lot of optionally locked-away content he might otherwise not be seeing, have access to, or be able to otherwise mark as his territory.
He wants you to hand the keys into his little trollish hands.
“Friend” request? I don’t think that word means what you think it means.
Friendship ain’t magic, bro.