Face-guilt
You get a friend request from someone who you don’t like, and you feel like you’ve just agreed to be stuck with them forever, like a cursed friendship.
My uncle’s friend’s dog sent me a friend request. I accepted because I’m a cursed, spineless wimp.
That guy who always eats my lunch sent me a friend request. I accepted because I’m a total doofus.
My teacher’s kid’s best friend sent me a friend request. I accepted because I’m a cursed pushover.