There's me, then there's me wearing a poncho - thoughts on Twitter

Confession time: I've been everything since my last blog post. But my sweet friend Maci has changed some passwords, and overall I'm still loving my slowed-down social media intake. 

Twitter has been my longest love. After begrudgingly starting an account for my high school newspaper (our sponsor told us Twitter would soon be how most people got their news, and we were all, "there's no way, twitter is for old people") I soon found 140 character quips to be the perfect outlet for my snark. 

I feel like I can honestly say, I get joy from Twitter. It makes me smile, if I'm chuckling at my phone it's either a Tweet or a message in the group text with my girlfriends from college. I get most of my news from Twitter. I keep up with sports on Twitter. There are several friend that I have lost touch with that I still feel close to thanks to Twitter. At least once every other day I say, "so I saw this tweet the other day..."

But Twitter is also a safe place to complain, to make fun of others; it's both a catalog of derpy thoughts I have throughout the day, and comments I would normally say to a close friend about a less than fabulous situation. Whereas on Instagram I feel pressure to be cute, I feel an unspoken expectation on Twitter to be witty, and just shambly enough for it to be funny. 

The title of this blog post is actually a tweet I had rolling around in my head all day Saturday. Me wearing my poncho is much like when Michael Scott wears his jeans, I'm just a whole new brand.

But honestly, just shambly enough to be funny is easier to be than granola-cute. Getting a favorite, or retweet is a prized affirmation in my heart. And my tweets that stand un-favorited in my timeline don't last long. 

On Twitter, I am choosier about who I follow, and my audience is the smallest of all my social media accounts. If you're not funny, or you retweet too much, or sub-tweet; sorry sister, I have no problem unfollowing. 

However, moving forward with Twitter, I want to have better boundaries about my snark.

  • Is what I'm saying helpful?
  • Am I being more negative than necessary?
  • Is this better left just said to a friend than thrown out into the universe?

Really, it's been a refreshing time to be on social media less. So far it's not like my life has hours more free time, or all of my friendships suddenly became richer. But I am spending less time looking at my phone. I noticed that when I'm watching movies, I no longer feel the need to also have my phone screen glowing. Some mornings I wake up to zero notifications on my phone and it's amazing.