I’ve been curious about Twitter for a while now. Although I’m completely captivated by social media, I’ve been holding off on joining because it just seemed like one more way for me to suck time out of my day.
But this week I joined. My brother’s response was “It was inevitable.” My husband’s response was “Just be careful what you ‘put out there’.” My response? I’m still undecided.
On the one hand, it is really fun to exchange quick little snippets back and forth. Especially between other bloggers that I enjoy. But on the other hand, it is like sitting yourself in front of that guy who is always trying to prove how clever he is. It’s a constant flow of snappy little quips and self-promotion.
It also has a wierd non-stop popularity contest feel about it. As soon as you sign up for Twitter, you choose who you want to “follow” and other people will choose if they want to be your “follower.” I understand the use of the word “follow” — it is more accurate than “friend,” after all — but still … it’s kind of funny, isn’t it? I am a follower. I have followers.
It’s official — I’m a twit. Are you?
If you’re on Twitter, let me know. I’ll be your follower! Just put your handle in my comments section.
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