I received an invite to Facebook yesterday. Was that you?
If so, stop pressuring me. *Ahem* What I meant to say was, thank you. And I’ll think about it.
I didn’t even know it was possible to get an invite if you don’t have a login – or an account – or whatever.
Come to think of it, maybe it was an advertisement.
Whatever the case, it reminded me how many social media
junkies aficionados there are out there and I thought I’d just take a moment to commend all of you: Kudos to you and your relentless liking and sharing and posting! I don’t know how you do it.
Meanwhile, from the land of typewriters and VHS types, I’m still catching up on Halloween pics on Twitter. (I found a cassette in a box in my garage last week. Like a lost kitten begging for a home. It was depressing.)
I think I’m lagging behind because I still feel vulnerable on social media. And therefore hesitant. And I can now safely add exhausted to the list. In fact, I think I might be coming down with something.
Also, my youngest child turned 18 this week. That’s just random except to point out the obvious – I’m feeling my age.
I feel older every day. Which is convenient since I’m not aging backwards. At least not to my knowledge. I’m pretty sure my eyes would let me know it’s okay to stop using the readers and that one gray eyebrow hair between my eyes would just give up and go back to black. But it hasn’t yet.
Well, I’ll let you go. I’m sure you have cat photos to see and YouTube videos to comment on in addition to upkeep on your social media accounts. Besides, Linked In has been notifying me that it’s time to congratulate a few contacts on their 2.73 month anniversaries and I’m really behind on that.