Random rebelness
It’s come to my attention that there are just 5 of us left in the US and it’s outlying areas who don’t have Facebook profiles. At first I thought my resistance was maybe God led. Maybe it is. Or maybe it’s just my tendency to rebel against anything popular.
I didn’t realize this about myself until today. I mean, I guess I always knew, but I didn’t really know.
But now I’m getting it. No, I’m not getting a Facebook (Little Star, calm down). I’m getting me. Understanding myself.
I’m a rebel.
It’s why I don’t text much. Why it was easy to give up TV. Why this lifestyle I lead hasn’t been all that difficult for me.
It’s why I don’t mind wearing more skirts than pants. It’s why I don’t mind the stares when people see me out with all 7 of my kids. It’s why I’d love to live in a travel trailer. It’s why I don’t mind trying obnoxious things like no-pooing, and it’s why I wouldn’t mind trying on some dreadlocks if they weren’t so permanent (and if my husband didn’t think they were terribly disgusting, which I guess they might be).
The more odd something seems, the more I tend to lean towards it. Or maybe it’s better to say that I lean away from the popular.
I really am a rebel. But in a good way, I think.
If something gets really popular really quick, you can bet I’m going to eye it with suspicion. (except for Mama Squirrel’s black slouch boots – love those, want a pair, and I know everybody else does, too).
All I’m saying is that all your invites and all your bugging me (you know who you are and I’m totally flattered that you want to befriend me and read my wall and update me on every other minute of your goings ons) is not likely to sway me to join that social networking craze.
And if I ever do get Facebook it definitely won’t be because it is popular, because everybody else is doing it, because I want to make friends with people I don’t know, or bond in cliques like teenage girls.
And just for the record – I’ve been blogging for a very. long. time. Way before blogs were popular. So my blog doesn’t count.
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My husband is the same way. I’ve been bugging him to join Facebook for a few years now… no dice.
Ditto here, I often don’t watch “popular” movies, or if I do it’s because I chose them individually to fit my own taste. I can’t imagine that my every move would be of that much interest to others on Facebook, and don’t care for the idea that others I don’t know have that much intimate knowledge of my life. Those I care about, I stay in touch with – by phone or email or photos – so there simply doesn’t seem to be a need for Facebook; I’d rather spend the posting time with my husband or hobbies. Penny
Same here. I refuse to get a face book page. I haven’t even gone to face book to see what it is. I like the idea of not being so available to thousands of people. …My rebelious confession is that I don’t answer my cell phone very often. I look at it and think “if it is important they will leave a message”. I’d rather hang out with my kids then sit on the phone or computer all day.