Twitter Me Timbers

I don’t really have anything awesome or embarrassing to share today except that I’ve officially succumb to my urge to make a Twitter account. Oh big whoopty whoop, right? But hold your horses buddy. Let me explain that I used to be anti-Twitter because it takes me forever and more to warm to internet-socializing-keep-in-touch type of things although I do love meeting new people and staying in touch.

So why can’t I jump on board with things that help me do just that?

I do not know.

Let’s take Facebook for example. I hated Facebook and refused to make an account for the however many years it was around. That is, until last year when I caved into immense peer pressure and made an account, but even then I hardly used it. I don’t know honestly, I just feel like it’s like a loose bridge to relationships/friendships for me. I add someone as a friend and hardly keep up or talk past the general introductory “Hey! How are ya!?” or “Miss you! Let’s keep up!” and…..? That’s pretty much it. I’m sure there are some avid and productive FB users who use it to it’s full potential, but I’m definitely not one of them.

And with the news feed and status setting on FB it’s sort of like Twitter anyways, so it’s kind of like a super Twitter with quizzes and farms and zoos. But I’m not what you would call “tech savvy”, so I could be way off base here. Could be.

But it is a great tool for easily contacting someone when you need to or want to. So I guess we can call it some sort of friend bank? Yeah, a friend bank. And some people are super rich of friends.

Man, I am just on a roll with these lame analogies, aren’t I!

Someone I know has over a 1,000 friends on her list. That’s incrediably insane to me because who can say they have 1,000 friends? You know who you are! Goodness woman, do you friend every single person you meet?! What is wrong with you! Kidding! Not really.

Oh yes, about Twitter. So I have some friends on it and it seems so appropriate for the moments when I need to announce or relay something and I text my husband or sister. But they hardly reply anymore or my sister texts back her default “lol”.

Amira: “OH *#$%^ I just got stabbed in the eye with a pencil!” (slightly exaggerated)

Seida: “lol”

Amira: “You are so fake.”

Sieda: “lol”

Amira: “I’m going to stuff your ‘lol”s  up your butt”

Sieda: “lol”

You see? She is useless.

So I’m thinking that Twitter is the place I need to go for such moments.

Not to mention what a convienent way it is to receive and throw out information.

And how happy Twitter makes the stalker in everyone.

This tidbit is a little lame of me I guess, but I was reading some reviews and opinions about Twitter because I can’t commit to something without reading reviews (it’s not like the company is going to tell you anything negative about their product or service. Duh.) and from what I’ve read, it’s not too bad.

So if you’ve read this far into my pointless Twitter and Facebook nonsense, then good for you! I’d give you a cookie or something, but I think we’d all be a little freaked out if my hand reach out of your screen and stuffed a cookie in your mouth, so “Good for you!” shall suffice for now.

Maybe you will get your cookie one day.

Oh and if you can’t get enough of my rubish here, then you can also tweet-twitter-twatter-whatever me at DefineMature1 on Twitter.

It was going to be just DefineMature, but some lady “presently in the UK” (as her profile stated) already took it. Does the fact that I searched out the person (named Diane) who took the one name I would’ve used and meanly showed my fist to the screen make me sound neurotic?

Because I did search her out. And I did show my fist to the computer screen. Argh.

But if you ever find yourself here, Diane, then to you I say “Hello! Nice username!”