Confession Time September 30, 2010Posted by Toy Lady in Family, mirth & woe, random stuff.
Tags: just general griping, mirth & woe, random stuff, randomness, ridiculous, Ugh
I’m gonna just admit it.
I’m really not a very social person. I mean, I’m not a hater or anything – I’m not a misanthrope.
It’s just that for the most part, if I’m interested enough to know what someone is up to, every minute of every day, it’s more than likely that I already do.
And if my fifth grade best friend and I cared that much, well, we’d have kept track of each other, you know?
I never have had a burning need to communicate regularly (or really, at all) with every single person I have ever met. Or people who have met people that I’ve met.
Heck, I barely keep up with my own family. My youngest nephew was 3 months old before I even knew he’d been born.
For a while there, it seemed like not a week went by without someone trying to convince me that it would be a good idea to join some site or other so I could “stay connected.”
Is that really necessary? I mean, we have The Internet, don’t we? If I really wanted to find someone, all I’d have to do is ask The Google.
The Google knows all.
And seriously. Is it truly that important for the kids to “network”? Can’t they ride their bikes or go to the library or something? What about watching some good old cartoons?
That’s what kids are supposed to be doing – watching cartoons, not “social networking.” How else are they going to learn what happens when the anvil falls on the coyote’s head? Besides, who’s in their network, anyway? Suzy from math class? The kid from the bus?
It started with AOL’s Instant Messaging, and it’s just gotten worse.
Remember those annoying IM pop-ups that would pester you every time you sat down to use the computer? You know, I pay good money for software to STOP pop-ups.
But you couldn’t get online without Everyone in the World knowing you were there. And wanting to “chat” with you.
Talk about stalkery.
Surly Boy didn’t respond to my e-mails. I asked him about it, and he said he didn’t check his email much, but I could send him a Facebook message.
I don’t DO Facebook, dear.
Facebook is for sad lonely people with no life. And no people skills.
Mom, even Grandma has a Facebook account.
You’re using my mother to try to exert peer pressure? On me? Seriously?
So I’ve gone and done it. I’ve opened my very own Facebook account. If it’s what it takes to know what the heck is going on with my KID in a FOREIGN STATE, then so be it.
(Peeps, however, has so far not succumbed.)
I’ve even got a couple of “friends” – friends that the Boy doesn’t even know! HA! I have not “friended” every person I ever went to school with because honestly? I didn’t much like most of them then, and I doubt I’d like them any better now. And truly? I’m kind of annoyed by the verb “to friend.” A friend is a noun, darn it.
I do NOT feel the need to play Facebook games, or take Facebook quizzes, or send Facebook hugs, or have a little Facebook Farm. Above all, spare me the Facebook Farm, please!
So, gentle readers, does anyone else do the social networking thing? Why or why not?
And more importantly, wanna be friends?