Working for Mankind has been a real revelation for a bloke like me who grew up in a time where there were no mobile phones, no internet and the only computer to speak of was was a green-screened Amstrad.
I am now firmly ensconced in the world of blogging (as you can see), can barely pull myself away from YouTube, purchase practically everything online these days and have just entered the fascinating but frankly, rather scary world of Facebook. I might even start Twittering soon. For me, though, all this is reassuring stuff because it says I can still learn something new – and can love it too.
But it’s a double-edged sword. Take Facebook for example. Not only is it addictive (it was in the top three addictions for under 30 years olds in poll this week) it’s a total and unremitting minefield.
Since joining I have been positively bombarded by friendship requests from a. people I’ve met just once and would barely call an acquaintance let alone a friend, b. everyone I’ve ever met at a fragrance/product launch (including catering and cloakroom staff) and c. (and most bizarrely of all) by people who I know for a fact hate the sight of me. I can only assume they want to laugh at my list of musical likes or the soppy pics of my cats. I just don’t get it. And, let’s face it, not accepting them as friends is as good as giving them the finger. A tricky one, no? Certainly, any advice on dealing with this dilemma would be much appreciated.
Mind you, it could be worse. At least I haven’t been pestered by scores of anonymous blondes called Olga like I was on MySpace…
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Major fan of scented candles, Make Up brushes and Highlighter. I’m always on the hunt for those Holy Grail products and my dressing table is covered in more beauty products than I like to admit. As an adopted Northerner originally from Brighton, I spend most my days wondering what all this rain is about. My hair isn’t grateful for the move.
Currently loving: NIOD Photography Fluid