I admit, it’s been a
while since I’ve blogged. Not because I don’t love sitting at the computer, dredging my brain for something witty to say. Nor because I don’t have scads of extra time between guitar lessons, class, gymnastics, conferences, soccer, and trying to
come up with dinners that don’t inspire widespread hissy fits.
It’s because of Twitter.
That’s right. 175 million
people all trying to convince you they’re worth following. And you, in turn,
must contribute not just daily witticism, but actual MEANINGFUL “content” in
order to attract them.
You heard me, ATTRACT them.
I specifically recall
getting married so that I would never have to “attract” anyone again. And every
time I gain a “follower” or lose a “follower” I feel my self-worth expand and
It’s dizzying. It’s
I did this in high school
and I deeply, passionately, don’t want to do it again.
Yet, here I am. Every day.
So, I twbeg of you, if
you twlove me, come to my twhouse, ascend the stairs, and rip my cramped, twfrozen
fingers off the twit-board. I will thank you in the end.
After I quit twitching.
(…Live the nightmare @cecilywhite)