(for a lack of a better title for this brief and arbitrary post)
Twitter. It’s one of those things that I’ve been pretending I understand, like taxes, the government, Vancouver liquor laws, or my cat’s mentality. I just do not entirely get it. But hey, I’m trying.
I do admit I have this go-against-the-flow tendency, or I don’t know, maybe it’s also a syndrome. Whatever it is, it is still in my defense that I often do not judge something without at least trying it out first. And that’s exactly what I’ve been doing in Twitter – trying. However, everytime I visit my friends’ profiles, I feel a really childish jealousy and amazement. We all know this is not a big deal, but I’ve always been astonished at the number of tweets and followers that my normal (non-celebrity) friends have. It’s like they have all built their own monuments inside the social media kingdom that is Twitter, and here I am just winging it with 537 Tweets over the course of three freaking years. Everyone is cyberly thriving, while I’m just sort of sitting in the corner half-sober still trying to figure out how to condense all of my thoughts in a 140-character limit.
Ah, the notorious 140-character limit. I think everything I just wrote all boils down to this.
At the end of the day, I’m just not the tweeting type. My thoughts are consistently extensive, and they’ve been this way since I can recall. Somehow typing in things like “SRSLY THE BEST HOLIDAY VACATION EVER! #LOVE #LUST #FRIENDS #DRINKS & #FUN!!! @babeelicious69 @DickDaGreat @truelaloochick” never seemed enough for me, let alone right. Life experiences like a so-called ‘best holiday vacation ever’ are stories that I would always want to elaborate on.
So yeah. That’s basically the gist of it.
I’m still going to use Twitter for the main purpose of communicating with my crazy friends and making the site look as much of a chatbox as possible, because we’re that awesome. Ha-ha-ha.