I am sort of a crunchy mama - breastfeeding, BLW, cloth nappy type to two beautiful boys. Living the dream in rural North Canterbury, with a vege garden and animals. Books are my thing, currently trying to work my way through the top 100 novels of all time. And attempting to write a book. In my former (pre-children life) I travelled around the world, and did a lot of partying. I love making stuff, music, growing food and sleep.
Monday, December 26, 2011
My love affair with Twitter
I love words. I love to write. I love to read.
I am also a bit of a stickler for spelling and punctuation. I have recently began to appreciate the Oxford Comma. Until I saw this cartoon, I had always thought it to be unnecessary. But not anymore.
However, I digress.
Despite my preference for correct English, I must admit that I love Twitter. I love to tweet, and I would check my Twitter timeline a few times most days. It used to drive me a bit crazy when I would come up with an unusually clever tweet, and once it was completed I would have -2 characters. So somehow I would have to make my clever tweet 2 characters shorter. What do I do? Commit a grammatical error? Or a spelling one? Do I change my tweet to make it slightly less clever?
Ahh, the woes of a modern day writer. I know. Cry me a river.
I have, however, had to just get the hell over it. So what? A spelling error. A missing full stop - nevermind.
I realised what I love about Twitter is the freedom. Yeah, sure, you have the 140 character limit per tweet. But I can say whatever I want. I long ago made a rule that I do not allow people I know from real life to follow me. That way, I can tweet about my family and friends. I can moan. I can vent about situations I want to keep secret. I can get advice.
The strangest thing about Twitter for me is that I have actually made and developed friendships with people. Unlike facebook, where I would never accept a stranger as a friend, with Twitter all of my followers are strangers. I might send out a tweet, I may get a reply, a conversation can develop. I would say that I have made four real actual friends on twitter (none of which I have actually met though), and three of those people are now facebook friends.
I also think that as I don't have to worry about offending anyone on Twitter, as they are all strangers and they can unfollow me with the click of a button if they don't like what I have to say, then I can just say whatever I am thinking and feeling. I often feel like the 'Twitter-me' is the real me. I feel like I can truly be myself. Geez, is that sad? I don't know. Maybe I am just lucky that I have found such an outlet. I wouldn't say that I pretend in front of my real-life family and friends, I guess they just get the version of me that I think they would like. Where I omit to tell them certain things. Or bullshit them a bit. With Twitter I don't need to do that.
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