How did Twitter change my life? Let me count the ways.
One day, someone really cool Retweeted me (repeated an awesome tweet). And then, another cool tweeter mentioned me (the accepted form of communication here). Suddenly, everyone was Follow Friday-in me (a holy day on which fawning compatriots on the network act saccharine sweet and suggest that you be followed),
Suddenly, I was no longer talking to a universal void. I had genuinely fascinating, mostly anonymous people from all over the world, interested in my interests. Sometimes I realize I haven't moved away from the computer for a week, because of a brilliantly funny hash tag some over smart kid started and I just HAD TO participate in.
I now officially have thousands of followers (not stalkers). Yes, some are the 'hai sweety' types (known as #bulbs, useful for blocking practice), but most are nice people who listen to me say a bunch of rubbish 24x7. I met a bunch of superiorly cool people who have the most awesome senses of humor and smart culturo-socio-political observations. I'm afraid to meet them in real life, they're that cool.
I now know everything as it unfolds-natural disasters, political faux pas and Justin Bieber's zits.
Lives are being shaped around the popular belief - If you didn't tweet it, it didn’t happen. You'll either love it or you'll hate it. Even if you hate it, get around to loving it.
I am a self-professed, inexorable twit.
No comments:
Post a Comment