Antisocial media and me.

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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