Both of my parents who are in their 60’s are now on Facebook. My mom has been on there awhile and has learned just about everything there is to know. She also regularly checks up on me there and reminds me to, “Please don’t be tellin’ your private business on there….you don’t know who all reads that….” on a regular basis. My personal philosophy on blogging and Facebooking is that if I won’t stand up in church and say it, then it’s not something I’ll be writing about. That little PSA from her always gets the big, “God, Mom, I’m 35-freakin’ years old. I think I know right from wrong by now…”
Anyway, Mom’s a pro. Dad? Not so much. My mother signed him up and suggested he add people as friends. Tonight I went over to help him figure it out since he sounded a little outdone with the whole thing. Our tutorial included the following:
Dad: “Why do people keep sending me drinks? Where’s the drink?”
Me: Dad….I can block all of that for you.
Dad: “Good! I can’t stand that. Why does Joe Blow want to be my friend? Who the hell is that?”
Me: It’s someone Mom knows….all you have to do is ignore them. You don’t have to be their friend. But let me add some people you do know. (Adds people) OK, now we just have to wait for them to accept your friend request.
Dad: “DO WHAT? So-and-So doesn’t want to be MY friend? I have to WAIT? Well you can forget that sh**….”
Me: NO DAD!! You have to wait for them to get the notification that you want to be their friend. Some people only get on Facebook once a week or every few days. Nobody stays on there all the time.
Dad: “Well, ________ and ___________ do. All I read is crap from them constantly. Who cares if they’re going to take a shower or where they ate that night? I hate that!! Why do they think people care?”
Y’all, he was fired up. Over Facebook.
Clearly, my Dad is conforming so well to social media. Twitter would absolutely blow his mind, so I won’t even go there. On second thought, maybe I will. THAT could be fun. (*cue evil laugh*)
