I’m a little bit of an old soul in some ways. I miss the days of when people RSVPed to things. I like when people send thank you notes, and always, always send them myself. I believe in hostess gifts. I don’t care for evite, and believe that if you expect me to bring a gift, I should get a proper invitation. The first time I get an emailed wedding invitation I may die. I’m not going to make it through my son’s Bar Mitzvah years, I suppose, where I believe email and evites and OHMYG-D Facebook event invitations have become the norm. (Do not get me started on Facebook events. I think many people using Facebook events need to have EVENT defined for them.)
I love sending, and recieveing paper holiday cards. I don’t really mind the ecard, but there is something about the paper holiday card that I still love. I know, I’m a dinosaur.
I have a no niche memoir blog. Who has one of those anymore? I like Hipstamatic better than Instagram, but I never, ever use a real camera anymore. I have a Flip, somewhere, buried on my desk.
I love social media except I don’t really care for Facebook, and came to it kicking and screaming. Even so, I’m not really ON Facebook, posting blog posts, and Instagram pictures and random tweets. I’d much rather be on twitter or pinterest or anywhere than Facebook.
I’m an early adopter. I was on twitter before it was twitter. I remember twitter before hashtags and twitter parties. I remember twitter before twitter was TWITTER. I was on twitter before every celebrity was on twitter.
I hate the phone. I groan often and loudly when it rings. I’d much rather send a text message or an email than talk on the phone. There are few people left in the world I have phone conversations with. My husband, my mom, my sister, my two closest friends. Pretty much no one else in the planet calls me unless it is work related.
I spend much of the day gchatting my husband. Am I the only person left on the planet still using gchat? I have a skype account but I always, always forget to open it. I frequently forget Google+ exists.
Are we all a little bit like this? Picking things from days of yore we cling to (RSVPs, paper invitations) and letting other things go (can we please get rid of the phone, please?)