I suppose it all started when I discovered Skype. Suddenly I could communicate with relations I hadn’t seen for years. It took a while for me to realise why I hadn’t communicated with them for years. We had little in common and we sat for at least 2 mins making small talk before suddenly announcing ‘ sorry have to go, somebody at the door’ Ok so it was midnight here but morning in Australia, so I hoped they wouldn’t notice. The novelty soon wore off, I became restless, so when a friend introduced me to Facebook I was ready for something new. The attraction wasn’t instant. I dabbled a little. Facebook wanted to know a lot of personal information and being a little coy I decided that my name and an outline photo was as far as I was prepared to go. I openly mocked those who had succumbed to Facebook’s charms and thought them very fickle. However it didn’t let me down and so started my love affair with Facebook . I even changed my profile picture at least ten times to get it right. Decided in the end on a picture painted by my 6 year old granddaughter. I could still pretend I was young and attractive. Deceitful I know. That little red light at the top of my timeline had my heart beating faster. It surely knew how to get to me, the anticipation that I had a message or that someone wanted to be my friend was so exciting. I did try to ignore it but the flesh is weak and with the bribe that I could gossip, see silly photos and endless words of wisdom I warmed to its charms. After a short flirtation I was in love, well I thought I was.
Always one to take an interest in what’s trending, I became aware of Twitter. Subliminally to start off. TV programmes now gave out Twitter handles. Never take off I said. Too complicated I thought. Oh ok I’ll have a look I thought. And that’s when my relationship with Facebook began to suffer. I was more and more attracted to Twitter. Twitter offered excitement. New people. New followers. I could follow people who weren’t friends and people I thought I would never meet followed me. When Eamonn Holmes became a follower my life was complete. He’d never have been my friend on Facebook. There are downfalls however. No one says nasty things on Facebook, we are all loved up but Twitter, like the jealous lover can be hurtful, spiteful or just do the huffing bit, where I put something out there, bare my soul and Twitter just ignores me. Then I feel spurned and return to Facebook to seek reassurance that I’m still loved.
One of the downsides of being on social media is that my hubby and I use the same email address. He has an iPad and iPhone. I have an iPad and iPhone and when a tweet, email or Facebook alert comes in and especially when I get caught up in a long thread on Twitter it’s a bit like the 1812 overture. All the alerts are different and they all come in at intervals of a nano second. ‘ Fecking Twitter ‘ mutters him indoors.
So who shall I stay faithful to? I think I will string them both along.They fulfil different needs and I am loathe to let either go. Just have to make sure they don’t find out about each other. Oh and I’m sure Skype would have me back.
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