I’ve never had a Facebook account. Tada.
That’s right. I am not now, and never have been, part of Facebook. So all the ruckus about data mining and psychographic this and that, meh. For once, I’m not involved. I don’t have to worry or bite my nails, I don’t have to scramble to cover my ass. Instead I’ll say ‘phew’ and bask in my smartness for a moment, which, technically, wasn’t smartness — it was laziness.
I happened to pick WordPress over Facebook, mostly because there were fewer rules and more flexibility. I don’t like rules and, for once, willfulness served me well. I’m not accustomed to this, wise choices are a rare commodity in my experience. In fact, the other day I counted them up and, over the course of a lifetime, I‘ve made a grand total of four reasonably good decisions. Isn’t that sad? It is, it’s sad to claim fewer smart choices than fingers. On one hand. Spanning a life.
What were these inspired life decisions?
That last one, the books, was flipping brilliant. Kudos and a resounding ‘atta, girl’ to me. Of course, my decision to post this lame narrative shows I’ve defaulted to my usual birdbrain ways. Gosh, it sure was nice while it lasted.
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