Apologies, Facebook
I apologize to all of Facebook. Really.
Okay, maybe just those who know me/friend me/whatever me on there. Sorry, y'all. (And side note: why do I often type "y'all"? I'm not from the South. I've only been to New Orleans and Orlando once each for short vacations. Hmm - odd.)
Jumping back in - I'm sorry. I'm sorry that I haven't accepted your spare bushels of corn or adopted your extra goat or agreed to buy your surplus of methane 'cause you've got really gassy pigs (I've got really gassy dogs when I feed them pigs and that's more than enough for me). I'm sorry I haven't returned your bedazzled hearts, shamrock charms, or kitten love points back. My bad that I haven't clicked that I love unicorn rainbows too. Apologies I don't want your angels' love protection or glitter halos or what the hell else I get sent.
I'm sorry but I really don't have the time to deal with this. And: News break - I'm not a touchy-feely kinda person. I don't get into online games. I've managed to find enough crap to distract myself, thank you very much. I can waste more than enough time playing Solitaire or howling with laughter over old posts by the bloggess or allie brosh or channel surfing on hundreds of cable stations - not all speaking the same language I do. Hours have been spent doing research on Wikipedia or Google or university websites. (Okay, fine - I also might happen to spend a little time on TMZ or something like that. I do like to read, too, you know oh, and I write!)
Then there are all the groups I'm a member of. And, unless I'm really that clever(hint: I'm not), anyone who knows me knows that if I have even an infinitesimal knowledge of a subject a questions was just asked on or know someone who does, I have to answer. I have to.
And then there's the huge vacuum of time that seems to surround me whenever I'm trying to actually answer e-mails. I compose, then re-write, then often have to research, then spell-check, then re-write again and spell-check again - after which I will either tell myself I'm a blow-hard and don't know crap so will delete or will send and then worry for the next couple hours everyone on the loop will read it and see it as proof I'm a know-it-all idiot.
So, I ask you - do I really need to deal with fantasy farms and mythical angels? Don't you think I'm "challenged" enough already?!?
I do.
But thanks for thinking me friendly/smart/interesting enough to enjoy your invites. Hugs!
Okay, maybe just those who know me/friend me/whatever me on there. Sorry, y'all. (And side note: why do I often type "y'all"? I'm not from the South. I've only been to New Orleans and Orlando once each for short vacations. Hmm - odd.)
Jumping back in - I'm sorry. I'm sorry that I haven't accepted your spare bushels of corn or adopted your extra goat or agreed to buy your surplus of methane 'cause you've got really gassy pigs (I've got really gassy dogs when I feed them pigs and that's more than enough for me). I'm sorry I haven't returned your bedazzled hearts, shamrock charms, or kitten love points back. My bad that I haven't clicked that I love unicorn rainbows too. Apologies I don't want your angels' love protection or glitter halos or what the hell else I get sent.
I'm sorry but I really don't have the time to deal with this. And: News break - I'm not a touchy-feely kinda person. I don't get into online games. I've managed to find enough crap to distract myself, thank you very much. I can waste more than enough time playing Solitaire or howling with laughter over old posts by the bloggess or allie brosh or channel surfing on hundreds of cable stations - not all speaking the same language I do. Hours have been spent doing research on Wikipedia or Google or university websites. (Okay, fine - I also might happen to spend a little time on TMZ or something like that. I do like to read, too, you know oh, and I write!)
Then there are all the groups I'm a member of. And, unless I'm really that clever(hint: I'm not), anyone who knows me knows that if I have even an infinitesimal knowledge of a subject a questions was just asked on or know someone who does, I have to answer. I have to.
And then there's the huge vacuum of time that seems to surround me whenever I'm trying to actually answer e-mails. I compose, then re-write, then often have to research, then spell-check, then re-write again and spell-check again - after which I will either tell myself I'm a blow-hard and don't know crap so will delete or will send and then worry for the next couple hours everyone on the loop will read it and see it as proof I'm a know-it-all idiot.
So, I ask you - do I really need to deal with fantasy farms and mythical angels? Don't you think I'm "challenged" enough already?!?
I do.
But thanks for thinking me friendly/smart/interesting enough to enjoy your invites. Hugs!
LOVE THIS! This is exactly how I feel about all the crap on facebook too!
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Lexi - so glad I'm not alone! I know many people enjoy all this stuff, .but it's just not my thang. The virtual farming (had the real thing in my front yard and mowed the crap out of all six gardens finally), swapping farm animals (my dogs would just eat them all and/or my crazy ass neighbor would complain about the noise), and quilting circles (I don't want to quilt circles - they don't really fit on beds - plus I can barely sew a button back on a shirt).
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I am with you 100%, Lori! I don't have time to play the Facebook games. Staying focused on writing is hard enough as it is!
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