And then I think, Twitter! That’s it! I’ll start tweeting, and I’ll be so witty yet meaningful everyone will want to follow my Twits! Tweets! So, I create a Twitter account. Two of them in fact. And I start tweeting. Tweet, tweet, tweet. And then I sit on my little twitter-twig and wait. And you know what? I get followers! I mean, it ain’t that many because, you know, I’m just starting out, but I am IMMEDIATELY getting followed. So I must be good, right?
And then I do a little research into my followers, and I realize that, while I am sure they are all very nice people, a lot of them aren’t writers, and aren’t mothers, and aren’t interested in the same things I am. And I think they are doing what I am doing: trying to get followers. Which is fine. But they’re not there because I’m brilliant. As for Facebook, I realize that most of my friends have lives and aren’t counting on Facebook for their social fulfillment.
Which makes me realize that there is a life outside of the computer. A real one. And while I use my MacBook a great deal for my writing and connecting, it is just a tool. Not a source of security.
I feel so much better after these realizations. Or I will, as soon as I recover from the embarrassment of the whole affair. One thing I know, I am never scrutinizing chocolate like this. Our friendship is tight.