I think my readers will be patient with me. I think they understand that I am not a young woman and infinitely resilient (oh yeah, like I was EVER infinitely resilient). Yes, friends, I am indulging in Wuss-out Wednesday.
I wrote earlier today, but it was not a blog post. It was a letter to a friend. I don’t know why, but I am really into writing letters these days. I know, nobody writes letters, and they haven’t for years. Ah, here’s a blog topic: communication between friends.
I remember when people were just starting to get computers and be online, distant friends would say to us, “Oh, I wish you had email. I don’t write, but I EMAIL.” So we got on a computer at Kinko’s (remember Kinko’s?) and got email. Guess what? Nobody really emails. They just forward jokes.
And now there’s Facebook. I know there are other things as well: Twitter, Instagram, texting on cell phones, but I don’t know from technology. I do like Facebook.
However, how much do people communicate via Facebook? I personally enjoy the pictures of people’s kids and grandkids, fun activities, and even their yummy dinners. I like when people post things like, “I just had a cup of coffee and now I’m going for a walk.” I’m not so nuts about the cryptic posts: “Oh, it’s such a big decision!” “My whole life just changed.” “Feeling sad/frustrated/angry/whatever.” One day I posted, “Well, that really sucked,” just to be that way.
All this by way of admitting: I had time to log onto Facebook, check my notifications and read down a few statuses (I didn’t scroll as long as I would have LIKED to), but apparently I do not have time to write a decent blog post. I was about to say don’t judge, but, well, perhaps I deserve it (hanging my head in shame).
Here’s an idea for me: I’m going to get a camera that can transfer pictures to WordPress (did I mention I don’t know from technology?) . Then I can indulge in Wordless Wednesday instead. Tune in again on Non-Sequitur Thursday, when Mohawk Valley Girl says, “In my defense, shut up!”