Twitter vs. fuzzy socks

So, there’s a real post coming about Twitter.  Perhaps several of them, with useful information about Twitter etiquette and why Twitter is good and how you can become rich and famous using Twitter.  This post(s) will not be written by me, because as will quickly become obvious, I know nothing about Twitter.  If I had to choose between Twitter and fuzzy socks, fuzzy socks would win every time.The comforting simplicity of socksI am a sock kind of person.  I have socks with the goddess Lakshmi on them and socks with vegetables and socks with cats.  Of course there are holiday socks and snowflake socks.  I particularly enjoy knee-high socks, often with stripes.  I have a pair of striped orange and black socks that double as Halloween/Bengals socks.Perhaps my favorite socks are the fuzzy kind.  Technologically speaking, these may be the best invention in the history of footwear.  Some days, I think they may be the best invention ever.  I confess that I’m not sure exactly what material goes into the making of fuzzy socks.  I just know that this particular textile magic results in the perfect combination of soft and fuzzy.  If someone made a body sock composed entirely of this fuzzy material, I might not ever wear anything else.My favorite pair of fuzzy socks are a light brown, and they have a smiling face embroidered on the side, with two little ears attached at the ankle.  I’m not sure exactly what kind of animal it is I’m supposed to be wearing on my feet, and I really don’t care.  On a bad day, these socks constitute the thin line between me and a Greek tragedy-scale kind of chaos.

Tangling with Twitter

There’s an upgrade coming to You Think Too Much, and it seemed like as good a time as any to make the leap onto Twitter.  As if the universe wholeheartedly agreed, I got an e-mail from someone who likes my blog and asked if he could follow me on Twitter.  At the same time, I’m preparing to embark on the roller coaster ride that is trying to get a novel published, and Twitter opens up all kinds of resources for the countless multitudes who are riding along.  For example, on Twitter you can follow along as someone finally signs with an agent for the first time, with all the attendant joy and congratulations.  But Twitter, my friends, is no pair of fuzzy socks.

There’s the whole starting over again feeling that Twitter involves.  I’ve spent about two years now slowly, slowly, slowly building up a following for my blog, so that now, I have the vague, if possibly fleeting sense, that someone out there is reading what I write.  With Twitter, I have to start from ground zero, sending words out into the universe and hoping that eventually someone will find them.

Then there are so many questions.  Can I tweet Rich Eisen and ask him what the guys on Game Day Morning were doing before they came on air, or would that be rude and kind of stalkerish?  How exactly do hashtags work?  The first person I followed on Twitter was Chad Johnson, and I have to confess that I don’t understand about 80% of what he’s saying.  What exactly am I supposed to Tweet and why?  And who am I if I become someone who tweets?

Mostly, there’s the vague sense on Twitter that things are happening and there are things I should be doing, but I really have no idea what they are.  It’s a fast-moving world on Twitter.  I have no doubt that there are things to love about it.  It was just a short seven years ago when I joined Facebook, and look at me now; I can’t remember the last time I went a whole day without checking Facebook.  I’m not sure if that’s good or bad.

I’ve no doubt I’ll figure this whole Twitter thing out, and perhaps life will be better in some way because of it.  At the very least, I will gain intimate insight into the life of Chad Johnson…assuming I figure out how to decipher his tweets.  Perhaps I will find out what happens behind the scenes on Game Day Morning.  Maybe I’ll get my novel published.  In the meantime, I still have fuzzy socks.

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