To the Twitterverse: Who cares if “they” don’t like your tweets? They could run right past you in a marathon, completely unknown and unremarked. With rare exceptions, you would not recognize even one of “them” at the local Target or Walmart. They might as well be Super Mario’s second cousins.
Social media creates bubbles within bubbles, along with occasional car crashes — both real and metaphorical.
Let’s be clear:
The Law of Attraction (which is NOT a law or even much of guideline) says that if you focus on what makes you feel good , then you will attract that which makes you feel good. Law or no, this saying gives us sound advice for how to approach Twitter. Answer posts by people who seem to be holding onto at least a tenuous understanding of your particular multiverse, while avoiding others. Find YOUR people. Mute people asking for more followers for their umpteenth 50th birthday. Consider blocking the persistently rude and possibly crazy. Take time to tweet support to people who are having a rough or worse day.
Twitter is like a big, unsupervised party. Fun people are hiding in the room. Great conversations may be waiting to happen. But anyone can walk in that door. Like politics, Twitter directs some people toward the Dark Side too. They become victims of a pervasive and never-ending MUST-HAVE-MORE-FOLLOWERS culture. Or they just spend their time venting their never-ending hatred for Donald Trump.
Skittles, Reese’s Cups, KitKats, Lemonheads, licorice, Three Musketeers — Twitter is like that big pillowcase of Halloween candy. What do you do once you dump the pillowcase? You sort out the contents.
And throw out the Turkish Delights. Unless you are one of those people who like Turkish Delights. Your account. Your call. Just please don’t start having monthly fiftieth birthdays in a desperate fight to fill your pillowcase with more weird sweets you don’t even like to eat.
