There's a term for it

And the term is "Luddite". That's what I am.
Definition: A person opposed to increased industrialization or new technology.

That explains why I am so turned off by Facebook. So turned off in fact, that tonight, I committed euthanasia on my "face". Or should I say "book"?

That being said, and in direct juxtaposition, today I was completely delighted when a friend brought me a loaf of Amish Friendship Bread and starter. It's been several years since we've been the lucky recipients of these items. It is oh so yummy and a wonderful, old-fashioned way to stay connected to friends and family.

It isn't that I object to Facebook's existence or frown upon those who use it. It just plain doesn't appeal to me. It is entirely possible that I will continue to be a late bloomer (or never-bloomer) for the duration of my life.