Yes, that is me. I opened a Facebook account just to cash in on $25 worth of free advertising. I wanted to remain anonymous so I posted no photos, etc. that would identify me. Low and behold, my nephew found me, told my kids, and then all hell broke lose. Apparently this makes me a big loser as the site is for younger people - younger people than me.
According to my children, lame, lonely, pathetic, friendless, or people of dubious character are who makes up the Facebook older set. (And how is this like me? Don't they understand the value of a dollar? I said free advertising - $25 worth. What's not to understand?)
I had to laugh when my husband's friend, who is even older than me, found me on Facebook. My kids really like him and think he is cool. I thought his acceptance of me would get me a bit of a pass, but no. He is a loser too. I plan on breaking this to him gently as he is older and probably can't handle too much stress or excitement.
While I was on Facebook, I noticed something called a poke. Not having a clue what it was and being terminally curious, I poked my daughter. Nothing happened - until about 4 hours after when she sent me a seething e-mail about not poking her again and another dire warning to stay off of Facebook.
It seems a poke is nothing. The other person just gets an e-mail saying that so-and-so poked you. This simple little virtual mode of annoyance made me want to poke and poke her again.
Why is it, that after all these years, my kids don't learn how to manage me? If they really wanted me to get off of Facebook, they would constantly pester me, fill my space with useless drivel and ask me incessant questions like they do in real life. With this mystery unsolved, my Facebook account lives on and has become my entertainment.
I admit I felt a bit overexposed when my niece found me and posted photos of me sewing on a quilt with my reading glasses on so that I look like Granny Moses' older sister. All I needed was a shawl. Oh, wait, that was on my lap.
At least she posted a more flattering one of me vamping under a Twilight movie poster that she took when I dropped the kids off at the theater recently. Lest you think that I am really a loser, I didn't watch Twilight at the theater. I just picked the kids up there. I noticed that the audience was about 99.8% teens and young adults and I know my place.
Boy, I would have been a real loser to have gone in to watch it with them.
Instead I read the books. I prefer to be a loser in the comfort of my own home.
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