I’ve never been big on social networking, whether in person or online. The caricature of the computer geek who can only communicate via a keyboard doesn’t apply to me, since both make me uncomfortable. I avoid them.
I know I’m very much in the minority on this. Even someone as unconventional as Dethany yearns for interaction, and of course she’s on Facebook and Twitter. She’s a decade younger than Chelonia and I, and that makes all the difference. While we were part of a select group that constructed the net, her cohort takes it for granted and thrives in it.
When she was first hired by Wendy I visited her Facebook wall regularly, mainly to make sure she exercised good judgment in what to upload. That wasn’t to spare her embarrassment; but someone reckless with Facebook might be just as incautious in regard to malware. Fortunately she’s demonstrated wisdom and maturity on both counts.
Her Facebook job status lists a blank logo for Fastrack; that’s because we don’t have a Facebook page. Ms. Trellis decided that only desperate entities seek out others, and that people should come to us.
Scary thought. Maybe Ms. Trellis and I have more in common that I thought.