I have a Twitter account. I have a vague recollection of creating it as part of some development project years ago. What I didn’t know is that it has been merrily posting away about my life, letting people know about what I’m eating and what I’m thinking. The darn thing was tied to my blog this whole time.
Now that I know I feel a certain obligation to the the thing. After all, it was following me religiously for all this time. It may have been my only reader for a time. Certainly I owe the little guy something. So now I Tweet. I know what you’re thinking, “You hate social media!” (Thanks, Sparky.)
You’re absolutely right, but I love media. It’s the social part I’m not quite sold on. Let’s be honest here, I’m not sold on being social in person. So many things can go wrong! Case in point — my most embarrassing moment.
But I’m liking Twitter so far. I mean, it’s about as far from social as you can get. 140 characters is the internet equivalent of a head-nod while passing someone in the hallway. Sure, I’ll exchange a head-nod with a celebrity. I don’t really want to speak to them.
Anyway, I’m really just using Twitter to push my pro-Squirrel Girl agenda.