Confessions of a Twitter Addict

Everyday Musings

I feel like I should be in a meeting sitting in a circle introducing myself to a group of strangers.  Those who are not familiar with social networking will probably read this post and think I’m a joke.  But this is serious! I’m going through withdrawals and snapping at innocent bystanders- all because I gave up tweeting.  Let me take a minute, wooosaaah, and bring my heart rate down then I’ll tell you my story.

Those familiar with the Christian faith know about the lent season and fasting.  I’m not Catholic, but as a Baptist we do a variation of the practice.  You are supposed to give up something important to you for 46 days and spend more time developing your relationship with God.  My church usually gives up meat and sweets, but, being that I don’t eat that much already, I decided to give up something more precious to me- my dear tweets.

I didn’t realize how second nature tweeting was until I gave it up.  I knew I would get tempted, so I immediately posted a good-bye tweet, and signed out of my account on my phone and Ipod so I wouldn’t receive any mentions.  Even still, I found myself waking up in the middle of the night grasping at my phone to make sure that little green “U” with a blue bird in the corner didn’t light up at the top.  While watching t.v., I found myself talking out loud in tweet form, saying things about Ellen’s antics, the cast of Celebrity Apprentice, House’s witty insults, or the bad performances of Dancing with the stars I would have normally tweeted. I’m pretty sure my mom thinks I’m crazy now, because she’s the one that brought my talking to myself to my attention.   And to top it all off, I can’t get on the computer without immediately clicking on the Internet Explorer button and my fingers taking over and typing t-w-i-t-t-e-r.  I must say I got it bad.

It was my idea that tweeting would free up more time that I could use to better myself.  I wanted to budget my time wisely using it to blog more, study more for the GRE I have coming up, and most importantly blow the dust off my bible on my desk and get into some scriptures.  Needless to say, I’m 14 days in and have accomplished none of these goals.  Instead of being productive, I take naps so I don’t have to think about all the laughs and insights I’m missing on the social network.  Whenever I get itchy to tweet, I find myself yelling at my brother for little things that don’t even make sense.  The only thing I’ve really learned through this process is that I’m an addict.

I hope this process gets better, and I can get the things I want accomplished.

Until then, these are my confessions.  I miss you twitter 😥

Sincerely,

An addict

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