Face-guilt
You get a friend request from someone you don’t like, and you feel like you’re being forced to be friends with a smelly, sweaty, loud-mouthed classmate.
My gym teacher’s sister sent me a friend request. I accepted because I’m scared of her loud laugh.
That kid who stole my pencil in 5th grade sent me a friend request. I accepted because I’m a total weakling.
My mom’s friend’s brother’s dog sent me a friend request. I accepted because I’m a spineless wimp.