[Future Self! Look, like Magnum PI, I know what you're thinking. You're thinking in the years covered by this blog (2005-2013) all sorts of catastrophic natural and man-made disasters have befallen the world and have not even earned a mention on TPtheEG. Well! I, Present Self, do realise this. I mean, I don't actually live under an actual stone. The fact is I do have reactions and opinions about these things, but they are nothing particularly original and do not add anything to the discussion. And so it has been decided by Twangy Corp that they remain outside of the remit of this blog which shall confine itself to my own mostly mundane and first world whine-ish story.
YABOO to you, Future Self.]
Last week there was stuff to do, in the shape of a Einaudi concert, tax deadline (with attendant confusion and drama) and a choir performance, but now.. let the mundaneity run free!
Social media is ruining my life
All sorts of people are now connected to me via my ill-advised excursion at the hands of the Mad Yoke that is LinkedIn, as whined about at length here. They keep popping up in my email programme - some students, an adoption group contact, to whom I am now reconciled by force. A person with the same name as one of my students, but who is not the student, but a randomer. This is good for me, I (try to) think. I'm getting Out! An editor in the Irish Times, too. Can't hurt, though for the life of me I don't know how I had his email address. But no members of Opus Dei. Phew, I thought.
Then I had the idea of installing viber on my phone. Sister 1 told me how fantastic! it! was! Failing to mention it is the drunker, more outlandish and mortifying brother of LinkedIn. I installed it, all ready to take part in this delightful new world. It did its black (and unauthorised!) magic and the next fecking thing I knew the bloody thing was bleeping salutations at me by the very member of the Opus Dei I was trying to avoid all these years. Serves me right for being the craven, conflict-avoidant worm that I am.
And now I have to woman up and communicate my position to her. Like "reasonable adults".
WOE IS ME.