My Twitter Addiction

I’m not quite sure how it happened.  I thought I would join to connect with some writers and find out what advice or information I could find that might help me with my writing.  First, it was a few tweets here and there.  Then it quickly became so much more.  With every passing day I am tweeting more, reading more tweets, retweeting, finding tweeps to follow.  It’s like I’ve suddenly fallen down the rabbit hole and now I’m chasing a blue bird to find out what is next. 

I have spent quite a bit of time on my home computer these past few weeks.  Time well spent looking into writing opportunities and job options.  However, because I am at the computer for so long, it gives me ample time to toggle back and forth between two windows, one, of course, occupied with a Twitter screen. 

As I sit and ponder how this addiction became so rampant, it was easy to see why.  I started with a purpose and when I found so many interesting people to follow, it spread like a shockwave to other topics.  I began following bloggers, celebrities, and sometimes even random people for no reason other than the fact that they might make me laugh.  There are also many resources to follow like news, charities, and even accounts that provide Green information. 

So, what does it all mean?  What purpose does it serve?  Well, for someone like me, who spends most of her day at home with the kids, it’s an incredibly easy way to reach out to people in a way that I never could before.  I can socialize in a whole new way without having to worry about the annoying “what do you do?” small talk.  I can find out the latest news and ways to contribute to charities.  I connect with people all over that I never would have had the chance to meet in person.  Incredible people that are thoughtful, funny and appreciative of the lives they lead.  These are the types of people that I always want to surround myself with, but can’t find at the local Target while I’m too busy shopping anyway.  If I like what they have to say, I follow them; if not, I unfollow.  It’s that simple.  There’s no getting-to-know-you interference.  If you want to know someone, read their tweets.  There’s no break up awkwardness.  When you no longer enjoy their rants or care what they are eating for breakfast, you push one button and ties are severed.  It is “Friendships for Dummies” in a whole new light.

Thank you, Twitter, for providing me with the easiest way ever to find, meet and converse with people I actually want to talk to.  Now if I could only find an “unfollow” button for some of the people I meet face to face.

Find Me

Making changes in my life has resulted in some of my own personal realizations.  Maybe all of the exercise has cleared some cobwebbed section of my brain.  Maybe more fruits and vegetables stimulate some sort of “get over it” personality trait that hides behind a wall of stored sugar.  Either way, I feel like I just stepped through a NyQuil fog and I’m headed for a RedBull buzz. 

In my late teens and early twenties, I was a helluva lot of fun.  I did ridiculous things for no reason.  I didn’t care what people thought of how I acted.  I was still polite and cared about people, but I always had the attitude that if I wasn’t having fun, what was the point?  I was the first one on a dance floor.  I played basketball in any store that had the huge cage of kids bouncy balls.  I did stand up comedy in a coffee house on a whim.  I sang on an intercom in highway traffic that was at a standstill.  (And I can’t carry a tune in a bucket.) 

Years pass and I find myself laid off, doing housework and suffering from terrible stomachaches.  What happened to that girl?  It seems like I had my son ten years ago and wore the “mom” label like chain mail.  And with the title of “wife” added and another child, a coat of armor was added.  So, when my health started to cause some concern, I decided I had to shed it all and start over. 

Through writing, I’m starting to find my voice again.  The problem is, it’s a slow process and while I was finding my voice, I wasn’t really finding me.  Lying in bed last night, I realized, with the changes I’ve been making, I’ve been finding myself happier, even without a job.  Laughing more, joking more, and more smartass remarks like the old me. 

The person I used to be is starting to come back, slowly but surely.  I think I saw her the other night when she stole the remote from her husband and ran.  Maybe I’ll have to find him, too, he didn’t chase me down to get it back.