Well, this was going to be an insightful piece about how social media is taking over our lives. I was going to endeavor to inspire you all to foreit the Facebook in favor of more face time (no, not the Apple equivalent of Skype. The real deal). I’d all but written the thing – in fact, I’d gone through the first draft in my head already on my morning run yesterday.
Then, on the same day, I went and created a Twitter account.
Hypocritical? Yes. Necessary? Also, I think, yes.
See, the post about the “Facebook Age” (which I may very well still write, mind you!) was inspired by my current predicament. The fact is that it’s becoming increasingly obvious that, given the following circumstances…
- I am still relatively new to professional writing
- I have no journalism degree
- I work independently – freelance – and so must generate all my own business
…I kinda need a social media platform. This wasn’t my idea. It wasn’t that I hadn’t thought about it. It was just that when I thought about it, it was sort of in a stop-thinking-about-this-right-now-there-that’s-better sort of way. Like the way I think about how I need to stop eating so much chocolate. Wait, what? Forget about it.
But, try as I might, this niggling notion of my lacking social media presence kept creeping into my brain, courtesy of the various bastions of IT know-how in my life, namely Chris and my Accountability Partner. And then the folks over at Elephant Journal strongly encouraged it, too (but by no means insisted, mind).
So I’ve compromised. Not my integrity, mind you. But my insistence. Facebook still makes no sense in my life. But I guess Twitter does.
What makes Twitter different? I guess that, for me, the big difference is the respective primary functions of these machines perform. From a distance, I see Twitter as a sort of constant stream of ideas. Like headlines on a newspaper’s website, a user can pick and choose the ideas they want to look into more deeply; like “thoughts of the day” a user can quickly glance into the psyches of those s/he follows. Facebook, on the other hand, feels increasingly like the social media equivalent of a high school reunion hosted by Kodak. More on that eventually.
I’m not completely convinced by Twitter. I am a firm believer that human beings say stupid shit. And it seems to me that Twitter empowers the stupid shit people say sometimes to get the better of those people themselves. Also, I do not need yet another reason to be in front of my computer. I also realize that I’m coming into it really late in the game. I’m a bit intimidated by the idea that I’m trailing behind on this by miles and miles.
But I’m hoping it’ll be a platform from which I can benefit from the brilliant ideas of great writers like Andrea Gibson and Charlie Brooker (two of my word heroes, incidentally), and maybe also get quick ideas and important news out to you all a teensy bit more quickly and easily.
Here’s hoping I’m not at this all day long…go bird go!
(Ahem. Sorry about that. Couldn’t help myself.)