To Facebook or Not?Posted: January 17, 2011
I took a drastic step this weekend (for me) and signed up for Facebook. Oh, I know that sounds silly to most, because as I’ve been told repeatedly everyone and anyone is on Facebook, but I admit the prospect of having people just be able to type in my name and find me really gave me the creeps. I guess you could say I’m still a bit primitive in my thinking and rage against the machine called technology. I did it though, and now wonder if it was wise or not.
I guess this baby step is another phase of evolving I’m going through. That and I was beginning to feel ostracized like a leper because I hadn’t joined in. I mean, even my older sister who’s in her sixties has a Facebook page! Get my drift? When I posed the problem of what to do when I hear from people that I don’t want contacting me I was told just to ignore them. Hmm…ignore them. Well, isn’t that what I’ve been trying to do by not having a Facebook page in the first place?
I’ve been told I have piss and vinegar running through my veins, have seldom backed down from a fight, and fear few things that I can see and touch, but ignoring people is something I’m simply not good at. Hell, I can’t even ignore those I find merely tolerable. Now how am I suppose to just press the little, magic button (ignore) and then explain to these folks when I run into them why I did it?
I’m getting on in years and have a long trail of people I’ve left behind. Some have merely been those I’ve loved and lost touch with, but then there are the others…you know the ones…that you lose on purpose. I suppose it’s these that I fear the most, and wonder why no one else is bothered by theirs. Are we becoming a society that is completely insensitive to the feelings of others? One that has the ability to just ignore?
Okay, so I did it anyway. I signed up, began to fill out my info, and then found myself staring at the empty box where my photo should go. Do I dare? I summoned up the courage, took some shots with my digital, and then downloaded them. Looking at my own face staring back at me made me wonder what those others would think when they came across it. I personally think I look pissy in every picture I take. Would I want to get in touch with me if I were them? I wondered. A funny notion occurred to me then and I almost found myself giggling. Who is going to ignore me?