I have no idea what I’m doing here with this posting stuff. 20 days ago, I was blissfully ignorant of how to use twitter. I didn’t know what FB meant. I didn’t know about meta data. I thought meat grinders were what I watched 97- year old my mother do to beef, pork butt and par-boiled liver to make the patties we enjoyed at the supper table. The only profile I worried about was the one I faced in the mirror every morning when I brushed my teeth, washed my face and shaped my hair.
Oh my how things have changed since then. I’m not sure I like knowing what tweets, re-tweets, favorites, mentions, friends, and unfriending are. Then there’s that other definition for profiles that doesn’t include looking in the mirror. These new things I’m learning, what am I supposed to do with them? I have enough to worry about without worrying whether I’m doing all this new stuff right. I’m old of those old fashioned people who had to be dragged kicking and howling to a bank to open a checking account. Yeah that’s right it took years to convince me I need one. It was even longer before I got my first plastic. I’ve regretted having that plastic every time I get punished for not being able to delay my desires and buy only what I can afford to pay with cash. I believe that called raising my interest rate when I receive my next bill.
I bet you think I’m too old school for a cell phone or a laptop or table right? Wrong. I have an old flip phone with big numbers and no texting stuff in my plan. I don’t trust that a smartphone will make me fell stupid and I have no idea how to text a darn thing. With all that sexting out there, I think I can manage to do without it. I do love my tablet and my lap top, too. God I sound ancient and old as the hills, don’t I?