I am forced to the conclusion I have a serious deficiency in my mental make-up. Alright, those who know me will confirm that and register no surprise that I should at last be compelled to accept it: but it is new and something of a thunderbolt from my point of view. I throw my hands in the air – I confess. I just do not understand Face-book!
I do not understand, for example, why it seems to refuse to show me my own completed page – even if I had completed it yet, which I haven’t. I don’t understand what it means when it wants me to ‘Share Something’ – what, cake? Or why it asks me to put something on somebody’s ‘Wall’ . The last time I put anything on anyone’s wall was when I was a kid and I got chased halfway around the village because of it. Once I offered a critical comment upon a news item about a psychopathic serial killer, only to find I was accredited with a ‘like’ – which, incidentally, was completely impervious to any attempt on my part to correct it
I think – I hope – as I struggle with my business site, that if I am careful enough, if I spend enough hours of research in the British Library, I may at last get a profile that represents me, rather than a stereotype Face-book modified to suit me. I hope, yet I am anything but confident. Watch my ‘Wall’ for me, could you? I need another icepack.