I have a love/hate/don’t look! relationship with social media. Meaning – I love it, I hate it and am somewhat mercurial regarding sharing it with the general public.
Facebook, for example, I keep fairly close to my chest. Family, close friends and online friends with whom I feel very comfortable – that’s about it for the people invited into that particular circle. At last count, I’m staring at 14 friend requests, wondering how to respond. Yes, I could accept them and simply lock them into my “restricted” list (meaning they can’t see anything) but they’re people I sorta/kinda/maybe know. Do I want to put them on restrictions? Should I put them on restrictions? I don’t know. In the meantime, they’re in limbo.
I write fanfiction and while I know people read it, I get a case of the twitches when I realize “people” actually read it. Last summer I went to a Famous Author’s book signing and behind me in line, a couple of women were talking about one of my stories. It completely terrified me – it made me feel like they’d been reading my diary! I ended up sitting in my car on the verge of hyperventilating for about ten minutes before I could drive home. Those were real people not just typed words from a username in a review – and it freaked. me. the. fuck..out.
On the other hand, I pass out my Twitter account like breath mints. It’s not private or protected and I use it religiously, regularly and obsessively. Seriously, if there’s ever a 24-hour span of time without at least one tweet from me, please have the police break down my door and save me. Want to know what I’m thinking at any particular moment? It’s on Twitter. Am I happy? Twitter. Sad? Twitter. Pissed off? Definitely on Twitter. Having a good hair day? Yeah, that’s on Twitter, too. Probably with a photo.
I Tweet, therefore I am.
In my head, my Twitter timeline is pithy, witty and quotable and full of golden nuggets of priceless wisdom. My followers read my remarks and automatically think, “Damn! Why didn’t I think of that?” The reality of my timeline? Notsomuch.
Here’s a random sampling:
“Snake shaking, that’s fine?” Who wrote this episode? So many great lines. #Bones
(The Fox show Bones is a current obsession.)
Between Art kicking ass & Limehouse giving his “I ain’t building no bookcases” speech, how am I supposed to sleep tonight? #Justified
(Another obsession, Justified, on FX.)
(Kentucky basketball. These tweets usually involve profanity.)
According to this Decoded, 4 out of every 1000 people in Alaska disappear – and still we can’t get rid of Sarah Palin.
(I’m a liberal Democrat living in Tennessee. Sarcasm just happens.)
(My mission in life is to get James Marsters on Bones. This. Needs. To. Happen.)
I got a new lunch bag! It’s pink and flowerey and sparkley – I feel like it’s my first day at kindergarten! :-D
(Typical random crap tweet)
If my timeline is my own personal time capsule, what does it say about me? What sort of description of my life am I leaving behind? I wonder– Maybe I should ask my Twitter followers.
What about you? Do you Twitter? What kind of Twitter timeline are you leaving behind? What does your timeline say about you?