I managed to avoid the temptation of joining Facebook despite receiving many e.mails from people I barely knew saying that I could become a friend of theirs on the Facebook website. The real problem I had with it was it all looked so phoney and narcissistic and therefore would have held enormous appeal for someone like me. I would have spent an inordinate amount of time on Facebook being pretentious for free when I could have devoted just as much energy to writing columns and being pretentious for money. So I gave Facebook a miss but I did join Twitter earlier this year and I am beginning to wonder why.
SHOOT: Bullard not on Facebook says everything. But I am inclined to prefer real world conversations. As networking tools, social media is pretty powerful stuff.
As you approach sixty you begin to realise that you are statistically in the last 20% of your allotted life span. Much of the latter part of that 20% will be spent queuing for medicine, waiting for chemotherapy treatment, being bed bathed by uncaring nurses and eating dog food because your pension has disappeared in a Ponzi scheme. So you probably only have half of that 20% at your disposal. You eventually learn that there is no point in worrying about the government because what will be will be and you don't get nearly as splenetic about sharp dips in the stock exchange because you've been there before. Several times in fact. You also go right off the idea of buying an expensive fast car because you've learnt over the years that to spend a large sum of money to buy a depreciating asset is about the stupidest thing you can do, particularly if you borrow the money. Besides you've got a bad back and can't get out of low slung cars.
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