Was I getting old when I was like 15?
I've never been much for telling the world about what I'm currently feeling or experiencing. For a brief time it was interesting but I got bored of it years ago. I signed up for Facebook, my first delving into a social networking sight in ages, and frankly have been unable to figure out what I'm supposed to DO. I don't write entries in anything if I don't have anything important to say, which is rare. I'm not going to go friend anyone unless they really want me to, which is pretty unlikely. It's confounding.
And then there's Twitter. Reporting to the world what I'm doing at any point in time in, what, 20 characters or less a post? No way in hell I could do that. I'm both far too verbose and much too...er...noncommunicative? to ever have anything to do with Twitter.
Which brings me to the title of this entry. Was I already old when I was a teenager? Because this whole LJ thing never REALLY took off, either.
And then there's Twitter. Reporting to the world what I'm doing at any point in time in, what, 20 characters or less a post? No way in hell I could do that. I'm both far too verbose and much too...er...noncommunicative? to ever have anything to do with Twitter.
Which brings me to the title of this entry. Was I already old when I was a teenager? Because this whole LJ thing never REALLY took off, either.