Just set up a Twitter account. No followers, not following anyone. This is probably due to the fact I’ve no idea what to do with Twitter. I’m not especially good at turning my life’s events into bite sizes.
My first tweet could reflect what I’m doing like — typing blog post while eating lunch. Or maybe I should go for a mental metaphor —- twiddling thumbs wondering what to tweet.
I could be a tweeter who just tweets links with cryptic messages or without commenting. Or maybe I shall search the internet for really
useless useful facts and tweet those. Better still, re-tweet everything I randomly find and never tweet anything original, ever. How about that for originality.
I feel I should be saying something profound, the words a great philosopher, something that will whizz round the globe as a re-tweet. I’m not a philosopher. My profound statement for today is —- if your handbag needs replacing, then don’t go shopping with a 6 year old.
I was thinking of – the virgin tweet – but then, I’m sure that will attract all the wrong followers.
Naturally this has left me wondering why the hell I want a Twitter account. I’m sure there’s a reason somewhere, after all millions do it, so it has to be useful.
I’ll stick to blogging. The character allowance is much more versatile and I am a writer, supposedly.
Just noticed, I’ve been saved the hassle, Twitter decided to do my first tweet for me. Now I can’t even be a virgin.