The
make-believe book cover above came my way from another writer. I laughed when I
saw it. But I cannot appreciate it fully as I haven’t had to walk away from
Facebook. That’s because I’ve yet to walk in those social media boots.
Seldom does
a week pass without a notice or three arriving in my e-mail inbox that says
so-and-so would like to add me to this or that network or list or circle or
ring or book or something.
I never
respond.
Not that I
don’t know, and even like, some of the people behind these requests (although a
good many of them come from complete strangers).
The thing
is, I don’t get it. I have no idea what I would be signing up for and what
would result.
I have yet
to find sufficient motivation to allay that ignorance. And I have yet to think
it worth whatever time or attention, if any, might be required of me if I did
get added or listed or circled or ringed or booked.
Between
researching and writing books and magazine articles and sending out these
little screeds, I already spend enough time staring at computer screens to
blind myself.
So, if you
invite me to join some online something and I don’t, don’t be offended. It’s
nothing personal. I just want to avoid getting overpowered by pixels and
gobbled up by bytes.
It’s probably a losing battle. But so far, my
metaphorical horse hasn’t been stolen by social media.
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