My parents like to keep up with the times. Meanwhile, I'm minding my own business in my email account (and now, I guess, on this blog).

I don't understand the hype around social media. Last week, my coworker spent the whole day in the storage closet crying because her ex-boyfriend got engaged to some woman much prettier than she is. She found this out because—her first mistake—she remained friends with him on Bookface, or whatever it's called.

How is something that causes so much heartache still a popular thing?

Maybe that's why blogs are all the rage right now, which kind of upsets me because the last thing I want is for people to think my making a blog will result in me also signing up for Bookface and those other popular sites. I can't keep up with them all. I actually tried Twitter once several years ago, but all people posted was how they were going to the restroom and would be back.

I explained this to my mom. She then texted my boyfriend, who has social media accounts, and tried to team up. I threatened her with a promise of no grandchildren from me. She halted.

In her clique of friends, the more grandchildren a mother has makes her "better" somehow. So she expects me to be this birther person, as if we are characters in The Giver.

I hope you guys don't expect me to sign up for Bookface or any of that other mess. My life is messy enough. The last thing I need is to worry about my exes or what others are doing.

I mean, I feel like you guys will love me for me...if at all. According to my ex, I'm hard to love. What does that even mean?