Do I really need Facebook?
 

When I bought my Blackberry, I thought about the thirty-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 grandkids 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. Y ou 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 in 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 toot a lot."

P.S. I know some of you are not over 50. I sent it to you to allow you to forward it to those who are.

We senior citizens don't need anymore gadgets.. The TV remote and the garage door remote are about all we can handle.

I'm in the same boat. I go to staples to get copy paper and they have things that I don't even know what they are or what they are used for.

I agree with you!!!

This is tooooooooooooo funny & at the same time soooooooooooo true. I just have to pass this on to my "Over The Hill" gang. Thanks for the laugh. :p

I love this. It was so great to read a story about myself.

Hysterical :D :D

Totally agree with you. I like a simple life-been in the rat race too long.

I feel pretty bad for the younger people. They have no time to LIVE--I remember how great it feels to run home to share the day's news with eachother at the supper table. Guess they text eachother now.I remember the joy of hearing someone's voice from far away. I remember Hugging someone I hadn't seen for a while, And SMILING at them. I don't want to join Facebook, tweeting or any other gadget that Separates me from people.

Oh my Gosh! How true this is. I'm going to be 53. I work with the 20-30 year olds. They constantly are on their Smartphones/Crackberries all day long. Yet are the first to complain they can't get things done! ! ! ! UGH. I'd love to be able to turn the clock back and take them all along. I long for the good old days. My high school friend who turns 50 this years wants me to get onto Facebook only so we can communicate more. I think I may do it; but just for her and a few of my friends back home. I grew up so old school. My folks in their 80's don't have a cell nor cable in their house. I know I'd get more needlework done if I didn't have cable.

Amen! My husband insists on keeping up with every new electronic item. I had almost learned how to use my cell phone correctly when he bought me a new one and instructed me to read the instructions.Ugh!! My old one was doing just fine except I would forget to turn the thing off and run out of battery power. The new one is supposed to stay charged for 23 days. Yea, I guess.