Between invites in Facebook suggesting I add friends and complete strangers on Twitter following me, I’m the proverbial fish out the water. I am a total Misfit caught up in this web called social media.
When I step into a Starbucks I don’t know the vernacular, so I sheepishly ask for a regular cup of coffee.
I STILL LIKE TO WHEN I NEED TO READ SOMETHING WITH EASE.
So what if it’s like shouting?
C’mon in the real world, you’re telling me you don’t know people who yell even when you’re 2 feet away?
I’d like to meet the person who came up with that notion.
CAPS is good for the older folks who can’t see.
Could this be a way for the young folks to discriminate against older folks?
â€œI’ve got news for you sonny, you’ll be needing those bifocals too, one dayâ€
Yours truly with my older brother Johnny (right) circa 1966.Too bad the resolution is so bad on this picture, I’d like to know myself what I have in my right hand.
I opened my Twitter account June 28, 2008.
Currently I have 24 followers. Not quite enough to be a cult.
The term followers isn’t what I think it is.
No one’s going to bow their heads when I go by.
So why exactly are they following me?
I do a Twitter update once every 3 or 4 days when I write a post on this blog. I’ve seen folks post what they’re eating for lunch, what they’re watching on tv and just about everything they do–they update every hour!
Does that stem from a need for attention? I suppose it could be worse. Those same people could be calling you up and telling you every minute.
I guess those â€œtweetsâ€ might make more sense if I had a data plan for my cellphone. I don’t. That must be it.
â€œSweetie, so how about it? Can we spare $150 a month?â€
If Hitler were alive, do you suppose he’d have lots of followers? How about Mao? And Jesus Christ?
And what about those following me, is it rude not to follow back?
At least one of those following me presently scares me. Out of curiosity I checked out her profile. It links back to an adult dating community. Do I block her?
Guys, that line, â€œDoesn’t matter where you get your appetite, so long as you go home and eatâ€ will not save you. So listen up, â€œDelete!â€
This social media is treacherous for married guys. I registered for some others like Hi5 and FanBox a while back wondering what they were.
My curiosity was answered with numerous solicitations from strange maybe-women in my yahoo email account. Some even attached pictures. Talk about being setup!
Luckily I was able to cancel/close those accounts. I leave my email open all the time because I’ve got nothing to hide from my wife.
Actually, I take that back. There is the matter of the one or two new â€œtoysâ€ for my MacBook Pro and photo gear that needs to be slyly introduced…