I joined Facebook a few years ago. At first I thought the concept was kind of cool, but I quickly realized that it was going to require a much bigger time commitment than I was willing to give. Over the years, the number of times I logged in dwindled to maybe once or twice a month.
It did come in handy when I was trying to locate my cousin Sylvia whom I hadn't seen in about 30 years. I only had her maiden name, but sure enough, I typed it in and after scrolling for awhile, I found her. Big check mark for Facebook there!
However, that being said, I am constantly amazed at people my age who seem to spend all, or at least most of their spare time posting things. And I mean, let's be honest; things that for the most part nobody really cares about. It's a little easier to understand coming from someone my daughter's age I guess, having grown up with social media, but I'm talking about the fifty-somethings here. Whenever I do log in to see what's going on, I am immediately bombarded with any number of requests to play games involving farm animals, or pirate ships. Worse are the number of requests to "Like" some random thing. I hide more things than I ever actually read. And also somewhat mind boggling to me are the times that someone...again my age group...will say something in conversation to which I will reply, "oh really, I didn't know that" and to which they will answer, "Well, I posted it on Facebook!".
Really?
And since we are talking, "u" and "r" are not words. Quit using them as such!!! You know who you are!
Last weekend I decided to try and make something of a point to my daughter and others. A point about the inanity of what people post. So, I created a Facebook page for my dog Rascal. In case you are interested, he is a Buddhist, belongs to the Green Party, and is in a relationship.
He has been posting daily updates. Everyday, he adds more "friends" to his list. I was looking at his page this morning and something occurred to me that I hadn't thought of before; how am I going to feel when he has more friends than I do?
It did come in handy when I was trying to locate my cousin Sylvia whom I hadn't seen in about 30 years. I only had her maiden name, but sure enough, I typed it in and after scrolling for awhile, I found her. Big check mark for Facebook there!
However, that being said, I am constantly amazed at people my age who seem to spend all, or at least most of their spare time posting things. And I mean, let's be honest; things that for the most part nobody really cares about. It's a little easier to understand coming from someone my daughter's age I guess, having grown up with social media, but I'm talking about the fifty-somethings here. Whenever I do log in to see what's going on, I am immediately bombarded with any number of requests to play games involving farm animals, or pirate ships. Worse are the number of requests to "Like" some random thing. I hide more things than I ever actually read. And also somewhat mind boggling to me are the times that someone...again my age group...will say something in conversation to which I will reply, "oh really, I didn't know that" and to which they will answer, "Well, I posted it on Facebook!".
Really?
And since we are talking, "u" and "r" are not words. Quit using them as such!!! You know who you are!
Last weekend I decided to try and make something of a point to my daughter and others. A point about the inanity of what people post. So, I created a Facebook page for my dog Rascal. In case you are interested, he is a Buddhist, belongs to the Green Party, and is in a relationship.
He has been posting daily updates. Everyday, he adds more "friends" to his list. I was looking at his page this morning and something occurred to me that I hadn't thought of before; how am I going to feel when he has more friends than I do?
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