Today, I was tagged with a few other people by a follower in Los Angeles that monitors users in the Los Angeles Area on Twitter. I’m not sure how I feel about that but it is public and whatever…
The tag said “2 years with Twitter”…Whoa! I didn’t know that. So, today is my two official years on Twitter.
Hoooray for me.
Twitter has been one of those things that you go, why? Why would I be on Twitter? It’s just like a Facebook but it really limits your ability to write and it’s kinda impersonal and another thing for me to completely waste my time. Yup. True on all fronts.
When I first joined, at the encouragement of my publicist at the time, I was quite hesitant. She thought it would be another place for me to connect with people that liked my music and work as an actor/singer on a one on one basis. And since Twitter was exploding, I thought, “ok, sure”.
I’m frankly amused by Twitter. I’ve met some interesting people around the world, interacted with great foundations, organizations and other artists with similar interests as myself. I’m one of these people who has interests in many things: Cycling, Travel, Graphics Design, Video Editing, Art, Wine, Cooking, Technology, Pop Art, Home Improvement…Have you ever seen those questionnaires at the end of a form that has check boxes listing possible interests you have? Well, I pretty much check all of them.
Today is the age of technology. I embrace it. It pisses me off a lot of the time and I feel it wastes my time at times…but all in all, it’s here to stay and it’s now a major way of communicating and conducting business. So, I’m on Twitter.
Twitter also amuses me. Some posts are so personal I feel strange reading them. I feel like a fly on the coffee maker of a psychotherapist. But I usually don’t give any feedback. I just observe and sometimes wonder if someone out there just saw the train go off the tracks, as I just did. I think it’s a way for catharsis…closure…the inner going outer, for all to see, but for most to be immune to the verbiage. So, there I am, reading chatter and being amused (and horrified) by someone else’s turmoil and verbal diarrhea of 140 characters or less.
Some Tweets I saw today:
“Everyone has their own instagram rules and quirks. Don’t tell me what to do & I won’t tell you what to do. Don’t like, don’t follow”
“wonder why the creators of toothpaste made it slide off your brush and superglue to the sink?”
“i havent done one of my #rants in a long time…..but theres nothing serious to rant about anymore”
“My Power Company Failed for Seven Days And Will Charge Me For Not Powering My House”
“When your bf tells you he’ll pick you up at the nail salon and calls you an hour later and says sorry”
“I’m reallllly sick of working every Saturday night”
“so while J.p & Patrick are just sleeping the day away, i’m the one that was woken up to babysit”
“Having to work at my godfathers dentist office and listening to these parents brag about their children while I’m filing”
“Confidence will outsell skill any day!”
I state here that I’m not saying you should jump on Twitter. [jst syin']