Yes, Twitter and I have had a mutual love/hate relationship for at least a year now. I know this sounds ridiculous because Twitter is not a person, doesn’t have feelings, or even have a brain (I don’t think). Still, Twitter and I have been through some ups and downs, some maybes and some maybe nots, and a few moments where I thought Twitter might make me slightly homicidal, but, somehow, we managed to stay together despite all of the drama.
Our relationship began one day when I thought my dome life of a blog needed to be on Twitter, sharing insights and funny, short sentenced quips. I got it all set up and followed the directions, but alas Twitter would not, could not, or refused to connect to my Facebook page. It was not cooperative. Oh sure, I could write anything I wanted on Facebook and have it show up on Twitter, but not one single letter typed on Twitter would ever make it back to my Facebook page. I cursed, I cried, I gave up. Still, month after month I checked in hoping we were making some progress. I really wanted “us” to work out.
Then, two days ago, Twitter posted to my Facebook page just like magic and without any warning. I don’t know what changed, but apparently we have moved out of the hate phase of our relationship and into the snuggly, love phase of our relationship. After a year of struggle, begging and pleading Twitter is now on my side. I feel a little guilty about all of those Tweets I wrote in the beginning. The ones that said, “Hello?? Are you working now?” and “I think I hate you, Twitter. Why aren’t you working right?” Not to mention my two spam bot followers who had to endure my random Tweets directed to the one and only Twitter. I’m not sure why they stuck with me through thick and thin, but I am grateful. There is only one thing worse than Twitter not working and that is tweeting to yourself on Twitter because you are too boring for anyone else to listen to. Thank you, porn queen, spam bots. I appreciate your loyalty.
The weird thing is I have absolutely nothing to say now that I can say anything I want to. Instead, I just stare at the empty little box I am supposed to be typing into and think, “Nope, I got nuttin’.” So, I guess sometimes relationships really are all about the pursuit because now that I can finally hold Twitter in a warm embrace I have to admit to feeling slightly disappointed. This isn’t exactly what I dreamed it would be like. Although, maybe I should give this relationship another 48 hours just to make sure. I mean, I think I owe Twitter at least that much consideration, don’t you?