I have all but forgotten that I have a “land line” (it’s really not even that. It’s a VoIP line).
I have given out my cell phone to everybody for years.
My old VoIP phone is like the MySpace of my phones. It’s embarrassing to even still have it. And I never use it.
I use MySpace as an example, but I really did delete my MySpace a few years ago.
Anyway, my home phone rang and it startled me.
That’s all I was trying to say.
All that other stuff up front is just fluff. Sorry.
I’m happy with it. But I’m not putting pictures of it on the Internet. It would (WITHOUT A DOUBT) fall into the hands of my children. My ex. Probably coworkers. The media. My oldest living relative. Etc. The threads are there. In social media.
I use several channels of social media like everybody else, and I’m pretty public with everything.
- Facebook: Olderst (shut up. I like the r.) and most public.
- Instagram: Almost as public, but many Twitter and Tumblr friends, which is cool. This is called The Internet Crowd. Or TIC.
- Twitter: More private. Very few real life people. Mostly TIC.
- Kik: No secret. Not used much.
- Voxer: No secret. Kids watch me use it sometimes.
- Snapchat: I’m almost “I’m too old to use snapchat” years old.
- Mobli: This is where I will NOT be posting Dick Pics! :)
- Tumblr: Most private.
I think of Tumblr as my deepest level of social media. I share things here that I don’t share anywhere else. I never tweet links to my tumblr account. I never tell anyone in person that I have a tumblr. If the topic comes up, I’m quiet and vague. And interested in something else!
But it’s not a secret. I have no problem when people from Twitter or anywhere, really, find me as long as they are of The Internet Crowd.
That’s not to say that I don’t have friends in real life who are on Tumblr. Because I do. And I met them all online before I ever met them in person. It’s just a smaller world than I once thought. Which is cool.
Though I don’t advertise it on Facebook, some people do find me on Twitter from there. People I know and volunteer with in the community… and, I’m not comfortable with them following me on Twitter. Because I cross lines on Twitter that I don’t normally in real life. Who doesn’t?
And I don’t tell anyone that I have a Tumblr. This is my most secret Social Media thingy. Though it’s not very well guarded. Twitter people could find me if they were looking. The threads are there. I don’t mind. From the pool of people who do find me I’m grateful to connect. It’s not a secret. I just don’t advertise it. Even among TIC.
But, the threads are all there. And, between my four high school and college aged kids, who all use more social media than I do, and in different ways… And they all follow me on one or more kinds of social media… it is conceivable that if I posted nudity, they’d see it.
I’d rather join a nudist colony with my family than for them to discover my naked body on the internet.
But that’s just me. (Always wanted to join a nope…)
I’ve digressed so much I forgot what I was talking about.
Hold on. I have to go up and read from the top. Sorry. Just a moment.
OK. Done. Sorry.
So, in conclusion: I didn’t really go back up and read. I was busy making those little dots and the random numbers.
Thank you. (I can just “hear” your admiration. I share it. I’m with you on this.)
I don’t have a conclusion, OK?
I am now curious about your time on the Res.
We visited the Cherokee Reservation in Tennessee every summer when I was a kid. We had friends there, and I always got moccasins and bongos and stuff. I totally wanted to be an Indian when I grew up.