Twitter hurt my feelings.
And I have finally had enough.
It wasn’t anything big — a random unfollow. But after reading, Ten Mindful Ways to Use Social Media and over-thinking #10, enjoy social media!, I realized that Twitter isn’t fun for me.
On good days, it’s full of rainbows and high fives. But on bad-unfollow-no-response-no-retweet-no-time-nothing-funny days? It’s the suck.
Twitter is so NEEDY. It’s a constant barges of words and links and cliques and feelings. It like going to high school with 1800 people and their friends. Words thrown out and retracted. People are followed and unfollowed. Secret lists and parties and messages and etiquette that no one can explain but seems SO IMPORTANT.
I joined Twitter to find people who talked progressive politics. It was fantastic. But in the last year, I’ve overlapped Twitter and my blog. And now EVERYTHING feels like political rally.
I’m too sensitive in all the wrong ways for Twitter. I rarely unfollow people because I’m not easily offended or surprised by others. But fellow tweeters seems to unfollow for crazy reasons that I waste way too much time trying to figure out. And if I’m going to be unfollowed, I want to piss people off in 400 words not 140 characters.
I know that shouldn’t care. But even when TWITTER INCIDENT bothers me for only an hour or a day, it’s longer than the retweets and shout outs make me happy. At least right now.
Maybe I’m not cut out for tweeting. I’m methodical and uncool. I don’t watch much television, cook well or care about Starbucks. If it takes me a minimum of 2.5 hours to write, edit and publish a post, how can I ever JUST TWEET. Plus, the Library of Congress is archiving every single one. I’m not okay with being cataloged under Spelling Errors.
Of course, I research EVERYTHING. Do you know what the Twitter gurus say? I’m supposed to tweet 10 to 1 other people’s links to mine. Except I NEVER EVER tweet something that I haven’t read. So I’m supposed to read 10-20 articles that I think my followers would enjoy reading so I can tweet my post. EVERYDAY.
When am I supposed to live my life?
When do am I supposed to write? Read? Hug? Sleep? Be on Facebook?
So I’ve decided that Twitter is probably trying to kill me. Or at least destroy my few in real life relationships and my tenuous hold on reality.
I don’t even like my Twitter name.
Of course, I do love the 2-20 people who I’ve met through Twitter. I don’t regret my time spent reading and replying. Or the one tweet that got retweeted 90 times and favorited by 62 people.
But maybe I need to reconsider why I’m there.
Right after I tweet this post.
PS. If you need me, I’ll still be here at LateEnough.com and MakesFunofStuff.com
And on Facebook.com/LateEnough.
You can also email me directly to say hi.
Or comment on my posts.
Look, I’m NOT closing my Twitter account; I’m just trying to prove that my stress is all Twitter’s fault. Because it IS. Also, if I’m back on Twitter tomorrow, feel free to shut-up now.