We all have our idiosyncrasies and quirks, skills and strengths . . . failings and weaknesses. Mine? Technology.
I’ve come a long way, though. I don’t cringe or sprint away when a new challenge or task comes my way. Groaning and moaning, well, that’s another thing, er, things.
Facebook I feel fairly calm with. Can’t tag worth <bleep>, but I can post! Pat on back to moi. Twitter I no longer have panic attacks about. Can’t Tweet to save my life, however. What am I supposed to—expected to—convey? I’m not a poet or photographer with regular “product” to show. I’m not a disgruntled person with a bone to pick. LinkedIn serves its purpose without a doubt but, personally, it leaves me cold; as such, it receives a visit maybe twice a year.
My last/latest “adventure” was with Instagram. I signed up at the end of 2017. Couldn’t figure out how to post anything—no laughing, please. Didn’t return until a week ago. Dang (as Linda would say)—double dang with an expletive (as Rey would shout)—I couldn’t remember or find my password. Had to sign up again. Then, of course, I found my old user name, but the new account won’t recognize the old one. It’s a bit of a mess. Do I erupt with tears or burst into laughter at the insanity of it all?
I always like to provide a little background re the focus of my post, so-o . . . did you know Instagram, which has been around nearly a decade, is owned by Facebook? Among other things, “Insta” has messaging features, the ability to follow other users’ feeds, and you can add a whack of pics and vids in one post. Kind of cool . . . if you’re into pics and vids. One day, I suspect I might be but, at the moment, uh-uh, can’t/won’t happen. That’s okay; everything in its time.
Project for the weekend: figure out how to get the accounts de-mucked.
. . . I do believe I feel a few ROTFLs coming on.