For those of my generation who don't use and cannot comprehend why Facebook exists--although seemingly few in number--I explain that I am trying to make new buddies in addition to those I've acquired on Facebook whereas applying the same principles. Due to this fact, each day now I stroll down the street and tell passers-by, complete strangers, what I have eaten, how well--or not--I feel in the mean time, what I have completed the evening earlier than, what I'll do later, and with whom. I report where I have been and where I am going. I volunteer particulars about me and my life I would not think about confessing to my priest, confessional or not. Generally I feel possibly I mentioned an excessive amount of to strangers, over confided, and at some point it just might chunk me.

Nonetheless, I just love posing as a psychologist/psychiatrist. To extend my credibility as such, I continually quote memorized, trite, worn-out, tired affirmations written by others, most often anonymously, and infrequently sold in reward shops, Anywhere, USA--low cost posters for bedroom walls in want of painting. I accomplish that in hopes I can provide someone, someplace indispensable options for their life's problems, or help in their pursuit of happiness, serenity, and understanding, in an excessively simplistic manner, regardless of all of life's complexities. These are precisely an identical to the pithy sayings I've posted on Facebook beforehand, and for which I've acquired oodles of "thumbs-ups" and "likes."

I supply these strangers I meet photos of my family, my canine, my cat, and particularly of me weeding my garden, taking things apart within the storage, watering the lawn, standing in front of landmarks, driving around town, having lunch, and doing what anybody and everybody does every day. I also give them footage of any baby residing inside a 5-mile radius of me, relative or not. Generally I current them with footage of different strangers just for fun.

Then I'd hearken to their feedback, give them the "thumbs up," and inform them I like them. That is, if they are still standing there paying attention to me and haven't walked away with quizzical seems to be on their faces.

I spend an inordinate quantity of my valuable, valuable, limited time--I'm now seventy-one years old and do not have much left to waste unproductively--in this effort, never regretting even when it does not seem to impress, nor when it is clearly evident I have pestered someone who doesn't respect it, and sometimes says so fairly empathically. I shrug my shoulders and press on undaunted, impervious to any discomfort I could have caused.

One factor I have garnered from placing Facebook in follow on the street each damned day, rain or shine, is that, if you're old, have gray hair, and tilt ahead a little bit bit when standing or strolling, you might be thought of as being "old." What Facebook living has taught me--and yes, you can train an old dog new tricks--is that you can, and really properly should, take full benefit of what the younger willingly concede. That being you are able to do damned near something, say damned near anything, and get away with it. The common notion is that old individuals cannot be held liable for any type of odd or aberrant behavior. In any case, they're "old." That is to be expected.

As an example, the older we get, the less things seem value waiting in line for. So I don't. I walk into someplace and proceed to the front of the road wherever I may be. Attempt it. Works each time.

So all you geezers, get with the program--act your age!

I am right here to inform you, all of what I describe herein works just like on pirater compte facebook! I have already got 4 folks following me: Two of those senior volunteer police officers, a private eye, and a shrink.