I’ve done it. I am now socially networked. And there must be something wrong, because I am having WAY too much fun with it.
Whoever thought that throwing a sheep at a shul friend or sending flair to Husby when I’m sitting four feet away could be so fun? Okay, more to the point, this takes the term “global community” to a whole new level.
I’m pretty much an introvert. This is why I write instead of the myriad other things I could be doing that would actually make money (that, and the voices in my head won’t leave me alone). So putting myself “out there” seemed a little scary at first. I’m okay with it now. No stalkers have appeared outside my home, at least 50% of the email I get is still junk (I’m not interested in cheap meds, fake handbags, or lengthening my organ), and all of the readers who have identified themselves to me seem to be nice, stable folks.
I have a full profile for people whom I know (more or less); I have a page for those I don’t. And if you’re on Facebook, I’d love it if you’d swing by and become a fan. (Because we all need fans and it looks really sad otherwise.)
Meanwhile, I’ll work really hard on my part and keep up with the blogging again. Deal?