I did it.
I deleted my Twitter account. Twitter did nothing wrong, seriously. I just couldn’t hack it, and didn’t have any more energy to put into Twitter. Because, you know, Mi Vida Loca. My life is not my own.
So shoot me.
Me? I can’t figure it out, this Twitter thing. And I got tired of being followed by wanna-be porn stars. I had to block them all the time. (Get a freakin’ room and leave me alone already. I got me some man, I promise! And he's awesome!)
I admit it...though I work for one of the greatest technologically savvy companies of all time, I’m just not Twitter-savvy. I don’t think I want to invest the time to be Twitter-savvy. Though my friends consider me the queen of one-liners, I just can’t make it work on Twitter. I don’t really have the time.
I prefer the story. The written word. The funny anecdote that’s more than a sentence long. Something I can savor. Taste for a while on my tongue before I digest it. I don’t think a Twitter post will ever make me wanna go read it again and again...or cry. Or laugh until I cry. Or circle in my brain for hours. Or cause me to cry out your name to God because you're hurting, or to praise Him.
But bloggers, now, that's another story! The Irish at Irish Gumbo? He's a prolific writer - blows me away. He's been through it lately, and he keeps on going. I like that. Braja at Lost and Found in India? She constantly amazes me, and has shown tremendous strength through the last year as well. And that Jilly at JillJillBoBill? She is one seriously funny chick (when she blogs, ahem, Jill??) and she's become like a sister to me. There are many more of you I'd list, but...I have an early breakfast date!
As for my personal posts, well, that’s just how I debrief. Breathe. Heal. And ThatManILove likes “my voice”, as he calls it, in my posts and in my more serious writing. Good enough for me.
Throughout my day, as things occur, I wonder how I can translate them into the written word, and keep my life as entertaining for you as it is for me.
So call me old. Decrepit. Behind the times. I barely watch television or listen to the radio. I get my news on...(gasp!) blogs! Seriously. The news got so depressing, and their perspective so twisted, it was killing me. And if something truly newsworthy happens, I can count on bloggers to let me know. Music? On XM Radio or iTunes.
And the 365 posts challenge thing? A personal number, set merely to keep me writing regularly...and mostly reading your blogs. I’m almost a month into it, and I’m just now catching up enough to read your blogs on a regular basis again. Getting back into the drill of it. Because I’ve found this blogging thing is all about relationships. A give and take type of deal. And I like that.
I treasure your comments, relish your stories...but mostly, it’s all about friendship. Your friendship.
I love having you for friends. So shoot me.