It’s happened. I’ve found someone else.
It took awhile, I’ll admit. For a long time I withstood the pressure to fall madly in love with Twitter. I did set up an account a long while back, but after a few quiet chirpy little tweets, I decided that I did not need another addiction (really?). I held the position that Twitter basically mimicked the worst part of Facebook–constant mindless updates that I’m not saying I don’t participate in, but I didn’t really need another outlet to promote my evening status trifecta of weather, drink, and exercise. And I sounded just like my parents. I don’t get that Twitter thingymabob.
I couldn’t hold out for long, though.
I tried again using TweetDeck and the heavens parted and I totally understood.
Twitter is not a stunted Facebook. I’m not looking for anyone on there (because I’ve basically already found everyone I’ve ever known on FB) and I don’t feel social obligations to friend people and keep them as friends even when I’m not really interested in their status updates. (I feel comfortable saying that because the people I’m referring to would not be reading this.) And while there is some networking going on, it’s mostly about transferring information. I’ve found the coolest sites and people on Twitter. Where else can I follow @davidlynch, @aplusk, @jesus_m_christ and @princessmikkimo on the same feed? Plus, through retweeting, I’ve found amazing resources for social and digital marketing sites. And don’t even get me started about the marketing opportunities being tapped into for businesses… You don’t just have to be a “Fan”–you can view the personality behind a company and get notified of deals and offers.
And the best thing is that my social media short attention span is placated with short, clever tweets that just say what they need to say. No more wasted hours.
I’m sorry that I rarely come around anymore, Facebook. It’s true, I still enjoy Bejewelled and Farmville (Damn you, Farmville, for tempting me with your inane and pinhead simple click-farming. But you played on my competitive spirit and I couldn’t let my 9 year old beat me without a fight.). But Facebook, I’m just finding that I need my social media to be smarter. And you’re so in my face all the time. Plus, I feel like you take advantage of me sometimes. You do not need to go into my privacy settings all the time and then “accidentally” sign me up for things like “Fan of K-Y Jelly” that nobody comments on because um, they really don’t quite know what to say.
I’d say that it wasn’t you, it was me, but that’s actually not true. It’s really you.
I’ll come by and check that my crops don’t wither, and play the odd game of Bejewelled, but I can’t waste time on you anymore.