My grandmother does not exist as far as the internet is concerned. She passed away a few years ago just shy of her 90th birthday and as far as I can remember she didn’t know anything about the interwebs. She wouldn’t have liked Donald Trump— she loved Bill Clinton and stuck up for him through the whole Lewinsky mess. But regardless, she did exist just not online.
It got me to thinking that we spend too much time online, and I don’t just mean shopping for new shoulder hoster’s for our fancy guns. Social media is an addiction and one that I don’t get involved with. I no longer have Facebook, dumped it a long time ago, I have Twitter but it’s there to connect my linked posts. I have Instagram but I only check it when someone I care about says they posted something. I don’t care about social media but then again I don’t care if fifty years from now there is no trace of me on the internet.
It worked out fine for my grandmother. It’s fine for me too.