Sometimes it consumes me. And quite frankly, it’s exhausting.
Don’t get me wrong. I love my twitter friends. In fact, if it weren’t for twitter, I may feel like I don’t get to communicate with other moms out there. The relationships I have built with my “twitter friends” are ones that I can not replace.
Plus, there is NO WHERE else that delivers information near as fast as twitter.
You don’t know what diapers to buy? Just ask twitter. Where else can you get a hundred responses from other moms on whether they prefer Huggies or Pampers? Magic!
Or how about your in the grocery store and you can’t find the pimentos? Mass tweet: “Can anyone tell me where to find pimentos in the grocery store?” I got answers WAY quicker than having to track down the Walmart employee that most likely wouldn’t have been able to help me anyway! (By the way, THANK YOU if you responded to me on that….you saved me TONS of wandering time)!
But then there are the times that I feel like I am way too caught up in it. Like, when I haven’t been on in 12 hours and the thought of missing everyone’s status updates makes me depressed? Really?
If I was smart I would just scroll right through the ones I missed and start fresh, but I can’t do it. I feel like I NEED to catch up. I don’t wanna miss anything.
Or the times when my son is asking me for more apple juice and I am telling him “one second sweetie” because I am just finishing reading my twitter feed. Really?
Is it that important that I must ignore my son’s innocent request for apple juice? I think not.
And then there are the times when you follow someone, but they don’t follow you back. Or you @ reply them and get ignored. Or even better, when you are so busy yourself that you can not reply to all the people that have @ replied YOU.
Or what about when you click on someone else’s twitter profile and you see that they have 6 times the number of followers as you. Does that ever make you feel insufficient? Like, “oh….she’s probably cooler than me because she has 4,000 followers.”
*Here’s a little inside on that. You can buy twitter followers. Not saying that anyone I follow has, but just throwing it out there. Don’t always base how “awesome” you think someone is based on how many followers they do or do not have.
I know some really freakin great people who don’t have hundreds of twitter followers. I also know some really great people who have THOUSANDS of twitter followers.
Or you see people building friendships or talking about taking trips together and you instantly wonder why your not “cool” enough to be included? It’s like high school all over again sometimes.
Then there’s the whole insecurity of wondering if people are being “real” or if they are being “fake”. It’s so easy to be whoever you want to be behind a computer screen, right? Trust me, I’ve seen a few 20/20’s in my day and I did watch the movie Catfish. Are people being genuine? Or are they creating this persona of someone they really aren’t? Just throwing it out there. It’s crossed my mind a time or two.
What I am trying to learn is that my identity is not in twitter. Or my blog. Or facebook. (Or my mini). Social media does not define who I am. You know who defines me? Jesus.
Do you think Jesus would worry about how many twitter followers he has?
So why am I.
Just as a disclaimer, I want to say that I do adore the friendships that I have built on twitter. I’m just being real with my feelings (because you know me, that’s what I do – no filter ). I LOVE interacting with my twitter friends. I’m just saying…sometimes…I love it too much to the point where it consumes me.
I know. This is totally a personal problem. I don’t think it calls for therapy, but definitely a good talk with God is in my future.