First Day on Hubs
what will be next?
what should I write here?
I remember my first time on Internet. I was with 2 of my friends in public library, in which I knew there were not only computers, but also Internet.
I wanted to impress my friends, beeing really really smart and knowing what to do with Internet. I sat on the chair and two my friends were observing, behind my shoulders, what I am going to do. Ok, I don't remember, what was the start page, but in the right down corner I saw blinking box, with a note PRESS HERE!
So I did. I thought that is how Internet should be used - to press where they ask to press. It appears that was just advertising.
So I have learnt there are plenty of advertising on Internet and I don't necessary have to press everywhere where they ask to press. Especialy when I found chat rooms and BOTS, pretending to be friends. Ooops!
But what to do with own curiosity? How else I would learn things, if not trying and not pressing sometimes the buttons, which I don't really know what are for?
I don't have any idea what they are about. I just found a button Sign In, so I did. I put my picture, as I didn't want to look like grey man with a hat. I am not grey, neither I am a man. Nor I have a hat.
Now I am writiing in the field, which looks like for writting, but I don't have any idea, where my text will go and will anyone will find it.
It's like a road, which suddenly turns and you can't see what is next. Or what is behind the hill? Or if I am really lucky, what is behind the hill, after road turns left. What I will see?
It excites, isn't it?
So... lets look, where is the buton to do something with this my writing.
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