Things I'll Never Understand

There are things in life I'll never really understand. Like how or why anyone would need to send 800 text messages in one day. Why people need unlimited calling on their cell, etc. To start with, I don't have time to text 800 times a day, and since I haven't yet learned to do it with my toes (apparently teenagers can), while also painting my nails and working, then I'm going to have to pass. When I switched to tmobile, I signed up for the MyFaves plan, that allows you to call five of your favorite people an unlimited amount of time. Then you have minutes for everyone else. The lady wanted to sell my 1000 minutes. I disagreed, pointing out that the five people were likly the only ones I'd call 99% of the time.

When MySpace first started, I was writing and had sold a book, and everyone insisted that I was missing out on the viral marketing event of a lifetime, so I NEEDED a page. Yeah. My first thought was "I don't have time to mess with building a MySpace page. I need to be writing books." My second thought was "And then I'd have to get FRIENDS." But I spent a weekend cussing over the software and finally put up a page. I have no idea how many friends I have, but they kept showing up. BTW - I don't think I've actually looked at that page in almost a year.

Have you guessed yet that I'm an overworked introvert? My workdays are seven days a week, currently 14-18 hours/day given the day job, next book and other things I'm working on. I don't have time to pee, much less to have friends. I do have a few, in case you're wondering. I call them when I'm driving to and from work because that's the only time I can't be typing. They understand - hell, they're busy people, too.

So then Facebook comes around and again, the pressure begins. So now I have a Facebook page, but again, I haven't been there in forever, except to approve people. And what the heck are tweets? Never mind. I don't think I want to know since that sounds like something that would involve answering my phone. Why do people tweet? Either some people have far more interesting lives than I do, or they're just as boring and THINK they are interesting. Do I really need to tweet everyone that I finished a page on my book, or ate a bowl of cereal, or remembered to walk the dog?

Then there's those obnoxious Christmas letters - you know the kind. Where it details out all the wonderful things that Ken, Barbie and Muffy did last year. I guess I don't see the point unless you're sending those letters to people over 80 who don't use the Internet. Nowadays, I figure anyone important already knows everything that's going on with me between the blogging and MySpacing and Facebooking and Tweeting, heck we know more about people than necessary. And those that don't know probably aren't that important and wouldn't give a whit if I sent a letter anyway.

We are fast becoming an "On Demand" society. We want every single need/want filled immediately upon thought of it. So when does anyone ever sit back and enjoy it?

You have to wonder.

Deadly DeLeon