Giving in to Twitter (and a bit of EA history)
Everyone has one social networking device (or twenty) that they’re holding out on, right?
I’ll be honest with you. I started blogging in 2001 and my original motivation to set up an account was so that I could infiltrate a community of self-harming, aenorexic teenagers as part of a writing project that I was working on. I had to have an account to comment, and I had to be able to comment in order to have a conversation with them. In the meantime, I had this place where I could write shit.
That’s really how I saw it: “Well, crap, I have this place to write shit, I might as well do it.” I thought blogging was completely stupid and online “communities” made me roll my eyes (hard). I kept my blog a secret from everyone in my real life. But I had a space, so I started writing.
And people started reading. And then a lot more people started reading.
After two or three years of this, I met some of these people in real life and they remain some of my best friends today. My original blog was personal, honest, and raw. I held back little, but wrote in a way that others could relate to. In my stories, people found some kind of meaning. Or inspiration. Or entertainment. Or whatever.
Either way, readers learned a lot about me. The disclosure was disconcerting and I used fake names for my stories and protected my own identity fiercely.
And then I came out. And here I am.
We can debate the value or non-value of blogs and Facebook and Crapspace and all these social networking utilities until the cows come home, but that would be boring. You do it your way, I’ll do it mine.
All this to say… I finally gave in to Twitter after a 2.5 year hold out. It was the status updates on Facebook that finally did it for me. I really enjoy those.
I still don’t know if Twitter is completely stupid or somehow voyeuristically cool, but for better or worse I’ll be tweeting until A) I get sick of it B) I can’t keep up with it or C) I die.
The minutiae lives here.
Tweet tweet, suckers.