My gossip worthiness.

Commence February 2014 post #1. Check!

Following a conversation (online) with a friend from faraway places regarding the evil perils of Facebook [aka Wastebook], we decided jointly to put a temporary hold on our accounts. Well, maybe. I've requested  further clarification on whether or not I maintain the ability to turn it back on, should I request to do so. Ally (get it.. kind of like "mostly" but for all. I kid. I kid.) for selfish reasons. The thought of all those precious photographs being lost in never never land seems sad to me.  I'd like to keep them around and Facebook has yet to develop an easy way for me to click on an entire album and request that the photos be printed using Snapfish, for example, which is something I've been desperately waiting for, for yeaaaars. BIG Sigh.

Sorry. I got a little off track with that long sentence.

This whole anti-Facebook regime is nothing new, therefore, I won't bore you with the obvious advantages of such a trend. It did get me thinking though about gossip. In cancelling my account (temporarily), I think I may end up inadvertently enriching my gossip-worthiness. Remember the days when ladies (I always picture them old...and smelling of powder) used to whisper in grocery stores about their neighbors or what scandalous so-and-so was up to these days? Now it seems no one bothers to ask because it's all out there for the world to see. All you have to do is look.

It's kind of like when I have good news to share but withhold the urge to immediately text it to my husband at work because some things, a lot of things if we're honest, are sooooo much better shared in person. So much juicier.

So let them wonder! Let them agonize over the minutia of my life that's in hiding. Let them talk. Oh mysterious one.

Well, except for this blog. That's pretty much, if  somewhat listlessly, still here.


End post, in honour of Wiley Wears :)