I’ve been trying for the past 90 minutes to put a post up here on Evidently. 90 minutes of staring at my screen and not really wanting to write—but feeling a bit guilty for not updating sooner.
So, I wasted a bit of time hunting around the internet for inspiration, a few minutes more listening to KROQ hoping to find a musical muse. Then, I turned to twitter and had a few really great laughs with friends online.
And, that wasn’t really blogging. (I don’t care if they do call it micro-blogging, who are we kidding?) But, it was theraputic. Laughter always is. And right now, I need laughter more than I need to write out all that ails.
So, if you’re around and inclined—you can always join me on Twitter. It’s my virtual version of “tea and sympathy”. There is something about writing in short spurts that makes it impossible to define my life in negative terms. It’s a practice of editing and really considering, weighing what you’re going to say that appeals to me. And the fact that it’s OUT there, for the world  (or at least my stream) to see. And sometimes, like when I ask Santa for cleaning elves for Christmas or I lament  over a blasted head-cold I find, that I am not alone.
And then, there is the laughter. At what people say. What people say to me. And the overwhelming feeling that there is joy to be found. In 140 characters, in the midst of head-colds and money worries and general malaise that is December. . . there is joy.
So, if you ask me why I use Twitter, I’m always going to come back to those three little characters, joy. Although, I’ll probably use another 137, because I can.
I love that image. Thank you so much. I guess I need to focus on looking at life through short text bursts. 😉
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I’m pretty sure that what we’ve been using IM for too. And thank you for being such a faithful reader and commenter. 😀 ~W
being present, here and now, being connected, is what makes us feel alive…so if twitter brings you joy, more power to ya!
once, in a major depression, i wore the same sweater to work everyday for a week, partly because i didn’t care, partly because i was too tired to bother, but what really dropped me into the chasm was that no one seemed to notice, perhaps some feedback would have saved me from that dwelling in that pit for so long
i am joyful today because that is behind me in the distant past and i am here now and have so many connections available
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You’re absolutely right. It is about being present. As for your sweater days, I’m glad it’s over. But it makes me very sad for the “past you”. Perhaps your friend noticed but just didn’t know how to approach you? I will say, your comment reminds me that when we really care, we’ll say the hard stuff. So, thank you for that! ~W
You are officially the first person I am following on my new CashKitties account. I haven’t used twitter since it first came out. I need to get started again!
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Oh, Michelle. Follow a WHOLE BUNCH MORE. Otherwise, it’s going to be all Wende all the time. And that’s not a good thing. (and thanks!) ~W
I am totally reluctant to use twitter and I have no idea why…I am actually sitting here rolling my eyes at myself. But, I wholeheartedly support you finding joy in whatever perfect bursts you can! I could use some extra joy myself…which means I need to go crawl out of my own head for a while 😉
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You know, it’s not for everyone. But it does get me out of my own head. And it doesn’t feel as isolated as blogging sometimes does. ~W
I don’t twitter, yet. I’ve always got a little one hanging on me, even as I type. But, I do think short and sweet, at this point in my life anyway, fits the bill. I use email, mostly sent after midnight.
This post is related to “Do you dial or tap?”
Funny the query is on multiple people’s minds in this season…
http://frenchessence.blogspot.com/2009/12/do-you-dial-or-do-you-tap.html
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Ack, I owe you email, Treva. NORTH DAKOTA. Holy cow. Talk about climate change from hot, hot, hot Texas. ~W
I hear you. Or read you. Or something. I guess if you’re forced to limit your message, you tend to put good things into the universe. And by you, I mean you. And me. 🙂
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With Twitter it does feel like “or something”. I read/hear/ you too. Although, I’m following enough people I should really upgrade to an interface so I can keep track of friends. Sometimes, your tweets are buried. ~W