Should I
Really Join Facebook? Yes, I think NOTTTTT!!!!
Written
by an over 50 yr old.
When I
bought my Blackberry, I thought about the 30-year business I ran
with 1800 employees, all without a cell phone that plays music,
takes videos, pictures and communicates with Facebook and Twitter.
I signed up under duress for Twitter and Facebook, so my seven kids,
their spouses, 13 grand kids and 2 great grand kids could
communicate with me in the modern way. I figured I could handle
something as simple as Twitter with only 140 characters of space.
That
was before one of my grand kids hooked me up for Tweeter, Tweetree,
Twhirl, Twitterfon, Tweetie and Twittererific Tweetdeck, Twitpix and
something that sends every message to my cell phone and every other
program within the texting world..
My
phone was beeping every three minutes with the details of everything
except the bowel movements of the entire next generation. I am not
ready to live like this. I keep my cell phone in the garage in my
golf bag.
The
kids bought me a GPS for my last birthday because they say I get
lost every now and then going over to the grocery store or library.
I keep that in a box under my tool bench with the Blue tooth [it's
red] phone I am supposed to use when I drive. I wore it once and was
standing in line at Barnes and Noble talking to my wife and everyone
in the nearest 50 yards was glaring at me. I had to take my hearing
aid out to use it, and I got a little loud.
I mean
the GPS looked pretty smart on my dash board, but the lady inside
that gadget was the most annoying, rudest person I had run into in a
long time. Every 10 minutes, she would sarcastically say,
"Re-calc-u-lating." You would think that she could be nicer. It was
like she could barely tolerate me. She would let go with a deep sigh
and then tell me to make a U-turn at the next light.. Then if I made
a right turn instead. Well, it was not a good relationship..
When I
get really lost now, I call my wife and tell her the name of the
cross streets and while she is starting to develop the same tone as
Gypsy, the GPS lady, at least she loves me.
To be
perfectly frank, I am still trying to learn how to use the cordless
phones in our house. We have had them for 4 years, but I still
haven't figured out how I can lose three phones all at once and have
to run around digging under chair cushions and checking bathrooms
and the dirty laundry baskets when the phone rings.
The
world is just getting too complex for me. They even mess me up every
time I go to the grocery store. You would think they could settle on
something themselves but this sudden "Paper or Plastic?" every time
I check out just knocks me for a loop. I bought some of those cloth
reusable bags to avoid looking confused, but I never remember to
take them in with me.
Now I
toss it back to them. When they ask me, "Paper or Plastic?" I just
say, "Doesn't matter to me. I am bi-sacksual." Then it's their turn
to stare at me with a blank look. I was recently asked if I tweet.
I answered, No, but I do toot a lot."
I know
some of you are not over 50, but you can show it to those who are.
Us
senior citizens don't need anymore gadgets. The TV remote and the
garage door remote are about all we can handle.
This was an email I received not sure of the author. Copyright
remains with the author.
