Phone Lines

I hate going through old emails. I only do it once in a while so they stack up. I always have to sift through a billion of them and some of them are so old. Finding an old an correspondence with someone I barely get to see anymore is unavoidable. It’s hard to resist opening other ancient emails that I know would just make me uncomfortably nostalgic, too.

A few years ago, I quit Facebook. 

Lately I’ve been noticing that when I tell people I don’t have a Facebook, they start defending the fact that they do.

Here are a few good reasons to quit (in bullet point form):

• endless spam
• internet fights and cyber bullying
• even more exposure to people you don’t like
• everyone you never talk to wants to “friend you”
• stalkers and internet hackers
• access by schools and companies
• colossal time waster
• absolutely no privacy (not even when you think there is)
• angst over your and everyone else’s relationship status
• more than likely, your family is there
• terribly one-sided way to keep up with friends

So no thank you, I am not going to get a new Facebook. I have plenty of other social networking sites (Tumblr and Twitter) to keep me occupied. 

And if you really want to keep in touch, how about just giving me a call and we can meet up somewhere …….you know, instead of stalking each other until we find a public internet chat room to use?

So I think I’ll do it. I have opinions. I have intelligent thoughts. Should I choose to inflict them on the world? I think so. I’m going to hate all that white space on my blog, though. I’m going to have to use the queue. 

Alright, you asked for it. You people I actually know.

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*Update: For some reason, this is actually quite scary for me, but I’m going to do it because I don’t want to be hypocritical and the internet doesn’t need another unoriginal blog.

Reblog if after you read the first line you licked or bit your lip.