Any blogger worth their salt, seems to be a tweeting expert. I feel it’s a bit like wintergreen toothpaste – you either love it or hate it. Right now I am just not sure.
I know I should set up a Twitter account to accompany IrishAmericanMom. I keep asking myself if I know how to express my little nuggets of not-so-priceless information in 140 characters or less?
I like the whole idea: limit the verbosity, the verbal diarrhoea, but 140 characters or less is a little intimidating to a woman who has smooched with the Blarney Stone.
When I did look into setting up a Twitter account, it turned out my chosen name is just too long. Names must be 15 characters or less. Straight away I run into a problem with my lengthiness. My chosen name gets turned into:
Somehow, I just don’t think this will work!!!!!
I’ve got to come up with a better Twitter user name. So far I only have three alternatives.
I am leaning towards the first, so let me know your thoughts in the comment section.
I think the main problem I foresee, is that Twitter is constant. It never stops twittering, or tweeting, or twatting, or whatever it is I am supposed to call it. I could never find time to give it my undivided attention. I could only dip my toe in the proverbial water, while I wait for my tea to draw, or the kettle to boil.
Does an inconsistent Tweeter end up being isolated, out of the loop, so to speak? I hate not knowing what a conversation is really about, and would probably stay quiet, rather than venture into the unknown.
This whole @someone lark is for the birds to me, not to mention my complete ignorance of what the hashtag or number sign (#) business is all about.
I am afraid I will never understand what the LOL’s are referring to. I am useless at text lingo and I must confess, I am a little slow when it comes to getting jokes. Would tweeting make me feel like a wallflower at a great party? Every now and then somebody might greet me kindly, more out of sympathy, than a real desire to chat with the party pooper.
So to sum it all up, I just can’t commit to this Twitter party. I’ll set up an account, check in every now and then, to make sure I am not missing out on anything, but until I feel the party is perfect for a Twat like me, I am going to lurk away in the background. The Twitter party will not die without me.
Let me know your thoughts. To tweet or not to tweet, that is my question?
Slan agus beannacht leat!
(Goodbye and blessings)
Irish American Mom