“Mom, I’ve created a MySpace profile for you.”
“You know, a MySpace profile.”
“Oh, right. Um, why do I want one of those?”
“Because you do. It’s cool and it’s fun.”
“Yeah, okay, but what am I supposed to do with it? I’m already neglecting my blog and other stuff these days due to lack of time, so the last thing I need is something else to do on the computer.”
“You don’t do anything with it.”
“But what’s the point of having one then? There must be some kind of purpose to it.”
“You network and make new friends with it.”
*Sigh* “Look do you want one or not? I’ll get rid of it if it’s going to be such a pain for you.”
“No, it’s fine, but I just don’t get what it’s all about, or why I need one.”
Much more sighing ensued, but she eventually showed me a proper definition and it sort of made sense. Sort of. Blogging didn’t make any more sense to me when she forced me into it, but here I am over four years later.
Another “discussion” ensued when she decided that I needed to do some “networking” right off the bat and set to work at establishing said network for me.
“Um, do you think I could have a look myself, and choose my own?”
“No. I know the kind of people you’ll get along with. I’ll get you started with some good contacts and then you can take it from there later.”
And she calls me a control freak! But now she’s a happy control freak, and I’m a cool one, so it’s all good. Apparently.