Facebook scares the bejeezus out of me! Or maybe it’s just my face that’s scaring me lately. I’m all confused.
I’ll admit it. I’m afraid of Facebook.
Consider the facts:
- I’m blogging, sort of. Every couple of months. Give or take.
- I just texted someone. I’m hoping it was my son.
- I ended my teaching career with several highly popular online courses.
Isn’t all that testimony enough to my willingness to wade into the murky cyber-waters that didn’t even exist when my brain was young and best able to absorb all this change-in-a-nanosecond technology.
Heck, nanoseconds didn’t exist when I was in college. So give a dizzy blonde a little credit for at least being here.
But you won’t find me on Facebook.
I’ve worked hard to simplify my life.
Facebook seems like one wormy way to complicate things faster than you can “ping” or “poke” or do whatever…
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