I’m not an insecure person. Not really.
On the most part, I don’t give a rats ass what anyone thinks about me.
If someone hates me, fine. I don’t understand how someone COULD hate me but, far be it for me to change their minds.
But…I’ll obsess about it.
Not because a person has decided to dislike me(even though that RARELY happens). I’ll obsess about how is it even humanly possible to have any negative type feelings about me.
If someone likes me, great. I don’t blame them 😉
If I like that person too…even better.
I’m the only person that I am insecure around(except for being naked while standing up in front of my husband).
My weight. My gray roots. That huge zit on my cheek. That long black hair on my neck that I didn’t see until I got into the car…and don’t have tweezers to remove…
Those types of things make me insecure. But not in the Ohmygodwhatwillpeoplethink type insecurity. More like…holyshitthatisthebiggestfuckingzitandthelongestfrickingchinhairever type insecurity.
But, stare all you want. Take a picture. God knows I would if it was you. And I’d post it on my blog, too.
OK…no I’m not.
And then Twitter came along.
Holy crap. If I wasn’t insecure before…which I wasn’t…
I’m totally insecure now. Not really for real.
But I refuse to let how many followers I have define me. Not that I was doing that anyway.
I was just on a blog that was talking about Twitter. Go read her post. I’ll wait.
That post made me feel comfortable enough stand on my roof and yell….
I HATE Twitter.
If I wanted to say something that was inevitably going to be ignored, I would just talk to one of my monsterbrat kids.
I fail to see the point then, of my popping into Twitter. Leaving a status update in 140 characters or less…because that isn’t as easy as it sounds…
To just be ignored.
Or, my personal favorite…to suggest to my Twitter followers that they check out my latest and greatest blogpost. Especially when it happens to be a really exceptionally good one…because isn’t that part of why we Tweet? To get blog notoriety? Or at least…our comment fix? And showcase our talent?
Of course, there is also the aspect of Twitter which is, chat with our bloggy friends who, up until avenues like Plurk and Twitter, we only had emails…which were a lot more personal…and better.
What about the whole Ashton Kutcher thing?
Give me an effing break. Seriously.
Obviously, this guy has way too much money and way to much free time. One million Twitter followers? For what? Because you can. Because we are Twitterlemmings and we’ll follow whoever we are told to, that’s why.
Well…you lost a lemming. I unfollowed you. Because I think that was the most idiotic, asinine thing…ever. And this lemming has a mind of her own…sometimes.
So tell me…
What keeps you going back to Twitter?
What makes you decide whose Tweet you’ll respond to and whose Tweet you’ll ignore?
Or is it really just me that can’t stand being a part of Twitter?
So, I’m spending less and less time on there.
And more time texting my friends…or even talking to them on the phone.
And yelling at my kids.
And hanging out with my husband.
And doing laundry.
And cleaning the house.
And following a 1200 calorie diet.
And working on my blog.
But I’m getting closer to only going on Twitter once a day…even though I despise it as much as I do.
It’s been hard but…
trust me when I tell you…
isn’t that bad.