To begin with, I can’t see sh*t. That is because I got new glasses about a month ago, with the usual promise that “I will get used to them.” Having worn glasses for 53 years, I do have some experience with that phenomenon. These are wrong, and I’ve been round and round with the eye people about them, so until I get that straightened out (probably by forfeiting the $385 they cost me and going elsewhere), I have about a centimeter of lens in my left eye that I can actually see out of. So if I make typos (horrors!) here, please forgive Little Miss Picky because she is mostly blind at the moment.
Social media: WordPress. Facebook. Twitter. Google Hangouts. Google Plus. Or is it Google+? I don’t care. For some reason it infuriates me. Perhaps it’s the feeling of chaos that overcomes me when I know for sure that I have no control whatsoever regarding what little groups, or big, or medium groups I get included in. I’ve tried posting on Google+ that I don’t want to be included in it. Of course that generated discussion, good-byes, and affirmations that people would respect my wishes.
Not. I keep getting family photos, adorable pictures of the new baby sister, etc., all on Google+. I don’t respond to any of it, so the way I know it was heaved in my general direction via Google+ is when I get an irate, or disappointed, or whatever negative emotional reaction, in my actual email inbox.
Other people try to send me stuff (or register their displeasure at my non-response to Google+) via Facebook. I look at Facebook, oh, maybe once every two or three months, except when there is a war and then everyone in my country uses it to communicate so I am on several times a day.
Quiet returns, I’m no longer there.
Oh right, Skype. F*ck Skype. They send me all kinds of communications in I think Icelandish, by the look of it. I don’t understand that language. I do use Skype once or twice a year, but I sure as hell do not leave it open so that it can start ringing and disturb my train of thought. Anyone who knows me well enough to Skype me knows my email address. We can make an appointment.
Twitter. Yeah, I’m sure it’s really useful, especially in times of war and natural disaster. It’s just that, people, I am on the autistic spectrum and I just don’t care about most things. I care about my family, my dog, my son especially, my ethnic group, the scary situation with the honeybees, the scary situation with the bats (another very important creature that most people don’t even know about), the bad things that are done to whales by our “Defense Department(s),” and other things I’m quite sure most other people don’t know about and might not care about even if they did know about them. I do not give one shit or Shinola about my mother’s hellish cat.
So Twitter, unless there is a war or natural disaster that you want to keep up with, is just plain intrusive. I finally figured out how to turn off audio notifications in my current flavor of Android (who the f*ck cares whether it’s “Ice Cream Soda” or “Strawberry Suppository”?). They’re just trying to keep up with Apple’s infuriating system of naming their big operating systems after big cats. Jeeezus K. Reist (thank you R. Crumb), not only do we have to figure out how to stop the effing Apple Store from taking over the whole damn computer, but in addition have to remember what CAT we’re running? I HATE that. “Hello, Applecare, there is black smoke coming out from under my keyboard.” “Oh I’m sorry to hear that, are you running Leopard, Snow Leopard, or Abominable Snowman today?” “There’s no such OS as Abominable Snowman.” “Oh yes ma’am, you’re right, I was just fucking with your head. Now how may I help you today?” (I discreetly send reverse amplification to their dumb and dumber terminal, causing a chain reaction on their side that blows every circuit in their personal MacBook Pro Titanium, and also gives them a hell of a toothache.
So. No, Twitter gives me a headache. Use my email if you want to talk to me, OK?
There’s an email in my right sidebar. You’re welcome and encouraged to use it! And of course I fastidiously monitor and respond to comments on my blogs! That’s where I really feel there is a personal connection. It’s great for people on the Autistic Spectrum, because you can interact on a personal level without ever having to do air kisses, or hug people you don’t know, or try to avoid people crushing your arthritic hands in their “firm handshake,” or smelling their idea of perfume that makes you gag, or making eye contact for any reason. Right. It is a panacea for all of the threatening forms of social intercourse, while opening space for actual exchange of ideas and, yes, emotion, Dr. Spock.
In the meantime, well….there really isn’t any meantime, since you’ve already read all about it above!
Love yas all, peace…..