One of the things we retired people have a lot of time for is Facebook, the social sharing site on the Internet.
I first became involved with Facebook back when I still was working. I needed some information about some person, so the more technological of my friends suggested looking at Facebook, where apparently people will post details about their lives they normally keep hidden.
It turned out that it was easier to look if I was a member, and it didn’t cost anything, so I joined.
That is where it sat until a couple of years ago, when for some reason I started getting friend requests. I had little idea what these were, so I just said “yes” to anyone who asked. Now I have a large roster of friends and I know absolutely nothing about many of them.
Some have very entertaining posts. Some are simply annoying. Most are somewhere in the middle.
Personally, I rarely post anything because I like getting paid to write, and Facebook has never sent me a dime for anything I have written. To be fair, they haven’t charged me anything, either.
$0 Amount Facebook has paid me for writing
There are all sorts of things you can do on Facebook like respond to stuff, comment on stuff, like stuff and stop people from posting to you. I don’t know how to do any of these or many other functions.
But I do have some pet peeves about stuff I constantly get. Let me tell you about them here because like I said, Facebook doesn’t pay.
I dislike whoever it is that sends me advertisements. I know how to save money after age 50. You just need to have a rich relative die and leave you his or her money.
Don’t send me a confusing picture and ask if I can spot the mistake. The mistake is you sending it in the first place, so I don’t even look.
Don’t ask me to post to your wall. I didn’t even know you had a wall. I don’t know what it is and where it is. As for your threat, go ahead and delete me — please.
I don’t like your food. Most of it sounds horrible and I don’t want to see a picture of it. It takes professional photographers and lots of trick of the trade to really make food look good. And usually what they do to the food to make it look good means you can’t eat it anymore.
And I really don’t want to know how to cut or peel a watermelon, avocado, kiwi or any other fruit.
I don’t care about your religion nor do I read any of the stupid political postings, especially the ones comparing any of our recent presidents. No one is declaring martial law, there are no black helicopters and the biggest danger facing us is that we will have to elect someone as president.
Don’t ask me for an online hug. Go find a human being. Don’t post on Facebook. That computer isn’t going to hug you. It’s only going to bug you.
Any comments? If so, feel free to write me on Facebook. You know I won’t read them anyhow.
But feel free to keep posting those funny animal videos. Those are always a hoot.