I have finally done it. I have finally taken the plunge into the 21st century and created an Instagram account. I am only twenty years behind the rest of the world and most toddlers who have the app built into their baby monitors and cribs, sending “selfies” to the rest of their family, but hey. Better late than never, right? I know you are probably wondering why it only took me the last part of the century to get with the program, but truth be told, I am a bit old school and at times set in my ways. No I don’t have a bag phone. I upgraded from one of those a few weeks back (only slightly joking), but I certainly don’t have a bells and whistles do-your-taxes-and-answer-your-door-for-you-while-you-are-vacationing-in-Spain kind of phone either.
The phone I have is simple. REALLY simple. My family groans at me whenever I use it. The photos it takes are crappy. The reception is worse. You have to send three text messages just to complete a basic thought. Most people think I am carrying a TV remote around in my pocket when they see it at first glance, but it works (most of the time), so I keep it. I am used to it. I have had it for over 8 years. I figure I will upgrade to something better when this one dies which will probably take an EMP blast at high altitude if its current longevity is any sort of an indicator. It most certainly is NOT internet ready, which brings me to the first part of why I never stepped into the Instagram realm with the rest of the world. My phone just couldn’t hang with the other kids.
But I have a tablet and apparently it is enough to bring me into the information age. No, in case you were wondering, I did not buy it for myself. The tablet was a gift. From someone who knew I needed help adjusting…. easing into a world of “selfies” and selfie sticks and letting it all hang out there. In my vocabulary, letting it all hang out usually means you need to get bigger pants. But I am learning to be less of a fuddy duddy and more relaxed with my clicking finger at least when my pommies are in the view finder. No worries about me wacking you with my selfie stick just yet. I don’t own one at the moment. Not a safe concept in my hands. But feel free to check me out on Instagram and revel in my experiments with this new technology.
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