When I first joined the Twitter world, my perception was that of a man standing over an abyss shouting profanities, and profundities into the wind.
Apparently, there were an adequate amount of both to cause people to notice.
To my great surprise, I began to hear echoes of my thoughts through re-tweets.
Granted, some were paraphrased to make them more palatable to the general public, but still my thoughts.
Simultaneously, complete strangers were “following” me.
I hadn’t factored that into the equation, at least at that point and to be honest, I was not quite sure how to proceed.
Some were Grunts (Infantry), to which I immediately returned their follow, it’s a brotherhood.
Although I explained in no uncertain terms I was not trying to see how many people I could get to follow me, the follows kept coming.
As always, there were the idiots, and the people who feel they are more intelligent and enlightened then the rest of us, who dared to desecrate my time line, often with incoherent and irrelevant comments.
Those were immediately blocked.
Although in theory, I should have been able to vent my thoughts into that great void called “internet” without notice, but the reality is, nothing goes by completely unnoticed.
There are consequences, both good and bad, for all our actions.
The upside of my “great experiment” was that I was able to interact with many interesting people that I would never have met otherwise.
Also, I was able to tell people about my new book, and receive some great feedback in the way of reviews and online marriage proposals.
The down side was that, after about a year, I began to feel a need to live up to expectations of my followers.
I was no longer just purging random thoughts. It was that realization that lead me to leave twitter.
I am, after all, only human and adulations can be very seductive.
With almost three thousand “followers’ I left Twitter only to return after six months, and start over from the begining.
I have begun to realize the addictiveness of the internet.
I have done this now three or four times, and to be honest, I really don’t know how long I’ll last this time, but for now, I’m a recovering former tweeter.