Antisocial network…
For the record:
I’m not a huge fan of social networking. If you are my friend, I’d rather see you in real life, or failing that, hear your voice on the phone. I used to be on MySpace. I could feel it sucking out little pieces of my brain, a few cells at a time. I’m glad it’s mostly gone bye-bye. I haven’t signed on there in ages.
I have a Twitter account. A couple months ago, I lost my password. Twitter never sent it to me despite repeated password recovery requests. I finally located it and signed back in. But you know what? I don’t much LIKE Twitter. I’m almost positive someone else has already said this, but… Twitter for me resembles Quentin Crisp’s fabulous party at the end of the world where everyone is talking and no one is listening. I’m holding onto the account, but I can not promise to ever use it.
Finally, I will never (ever, ever, EVER) join Facebook. Please for the love of God stop asking me. I’ve followed all their snafus with privacy, and I don’t like what I’ve seen. Aside from that, it’s a giant time sink. Aside from that, it creates — at least, in my opinion — a homogenized sort of environment that I don’t feel is conducive to my creativity. (For the people who tell me they can’t promise to stay in touch with me any other way, er, then don’t.)
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