My twitting ignorance shows up in the title of this post.
I get the idea of Twitter, I really do. I just don’t . . . get it.
I imagine this vast cyberspace, filled with millions of people all buzzing around. They’re chatting, texting, posting, and tweeting. Information zooms by quicker than any sane person can keep up with it.
I’m starting slow, and have only found 100 or so people to like. While editing today, I decided to leave the window open and see what happened. Every second my twitter window filled up with tweet after tweet. A minute would go by and there would be 47 new tweets. Some of you follow tens of thousands of pages. How can anyone keep up? If I spent all day reading them, I’d still never be able to keep up, and I only have a hundred pages.
And then there’s the whole introversion thing. The fact is, I don’t want to be in virtual space with millions of people! I cringe when I think about it. My idea of a good time is, at most, a dinner out with my husband at a nice restaurant. I guarantee you it would never involve a massive pool party. If an image of a fun-filled activity ever popped up with more than say ten people at a picnic, I start getting antsy.
For some reason, despite those feelings, I became curious enough about the social phenomenon of tweeting to give it a go and this past weekend I set up my account.
That may not be earth-shattering news for most of you. You might even be asking yourself, ‘So what?’
For me, it’s an achievement. I’m still learning what to do there, but I’m there.