Should I Really
Join Facebook?(1)
Stella
Tse & Others
27 June
2013
Stella Tse: The technology has changed and advanced so much for the
past 50 years. I find myself technological challenged. I can
totally relate to the following message. Perhaps one day, I will start catching
up with the latest gadget, but I know it will be very hard for me. Ha!
Ha!
BTW - I am about the only person I know without a smart
phone, hehe!
Should I Really Join Facebook?
When I
bought my Blackberry, I thought about the 30-year business I ran with 1800
employees, all without a cell phone that plays music, takes videos, pictures
and communicates with Facebook and Twitter. I signed up under duress for
Twitter and Facebook, so my seven kids, their spouses, 13 grand kids and 2 great
grand kids could communicate with me in the modern way. I figured I could
handle something as simple as Twitter with only 140 characters of space.
That
was before one of my grandkids hooked me up for Tweeter, Tweetree, Twhirl,
Twitterfon, Tweetie and Twittererific Tweetdeck, Twitpix and something that
sends every message to my cell phone and every other program within the texting
World.
My
phone was beeping every three minutes with the details of everything except the
bowel movements of the entire next generation. I am not ready to live like
this. I keep my cell phone in the garage in my golf bag.
The
kids bought me a GPS for my last birthday because they say I get lost every now
and then going over to the grocery store or library. I keep that in a box under
my tool bench with the Blue tooth [it's red] phone I am supposed to use when I
drive. I wore it once and was standing in line at Barnes and Noble talking to
my wife and everyone in the nearest 50 yards was glaring at me. I had to take
my hearing aid out to use it, and I got a little loud.
I mean
the GPS looked pretty smart on my dash board, but the lady inside that gadget
was the most annoying, rudest person I had run into in a long time. Every 10
minutes, she would sarcastically say, "Re-calc-u-lating." You would
think that she could be nicer. It was like she could barely tolerate me. She
would let go with a deep sigh and then tell me to make a U-turn at the next
light. Then if I made a right turn instead. Well, it was not a good relationship..
When I
get really lost now, I call my wife and tell her the name of the cross streets
and while she is starting to develop the same tone as Gypsy, the GPS lady, at
least she loves me.
To be
perfectly frank, I am still trying to learn how to use the cordless phones in
our house. We have had them for 4 years, but I still haven't figured out how I
can lose three phones all at once and have to run around digging under chair
cushions and checking bathrooms and the dirty laundry baskets when the phone
rings.
The
world is just getting too complex for me. They even mess me up every time I go
to the grocery store. You would think they could settle on something themselves
but this sudden "Paper or Plastic?" every time I check out just
knocks me for a loop. I bought some of those cloth reusable bags to avoid
looking confused, but I never remember to take them with me.
Now I
toss it back to them. When they ask me, "Paper or Plastic?" I just
say, "Doesn't matter to me. I am bi-sacksual." Then it's their turn
to stare at me with a blank look. I was recently asked if I tweet. I answered,
No, but I do fart a lot."
Us
senior citizens don't need anymore gadgets. The TV remote and the garage door
remote are about all we can handle.
-To be
continued-