To each its own.
For as long as I can remember in my history, that has always been my mantra.
I am the product of my beloved parents and proud to be a part of them, along with all the things that come with it. Take no offense but since I am also the type that does not need people, although being a people pleaser, I feel disappointed in myself all to let down a few friends with leaving the social media in which I did take part.
However, you will never find me following what others are doing, or copying a persons own individuality, so I will do one of the things I love most and sign on this ole’ web to write how I feel on my part in social media. (CREATIVE BLOGGING NOT INCLUDED)*.*
If my blog followers knew the list of peeps I proudly admit to loving and all too happy to proclaim to see every day, I would joyfully share the names, and if you knew them you would love them as well.
Instead, I will share what Royalty of Rock goddesses Stevie Nicks and Chrissie Hynde, financial genius Priscilla Presley, favorite journalist Liz Hayes, an unique top author Carrie Fisher and many others I admire quote since there is no way I could not agree more, “I don’t want to live my life on a computer”.
When you think of friendship do you think of quantity or quality? I’m one of the ones that think of the latter. I appreciate greatly the friends who give me just that. I give what I get/trust and check on them consistently.
I personally have always been drawn to and cared for, and will work myself ragged for the ones who inquire to how you are feeling, want to reply when you reach out a reply for a crowd of one, ask how your latest surgery went, the type that look at a duo as the reality. It takes two.
I would rather meet you in person, catch up on the phone, or hit the road together for a trip, as opposed to seeing a picture of you or read your reshaped views on politics. I don’t want who I care for in ink, I look for the real thing in every person.
Call me collect, mail a card by USPS, pack a bag, you and I both lost many deep loves to the next life, do you think any future travelers will be saying on their deathbed “Hey remember on August 12, 2007 what Franks post read?”
Memories in our aging minds and hearts someday will leave a much deeper mark in our souls as opposed to how many likes you received on your latest post. As everything that is robotic, that’s forgotten in seconds.
Real living is short, see you in Cali. 😉