Originally, I hated Twitter. It made absolutely no sense to me: Who the hell can say what they’re thinking in 140 characters or less? And why would I publish “small”, simple thoughts to the world? And why would anybody care to read them?
My attitude changed one fateful day while I was stuck in traffic on my beloved commute. One hour and twenty-five minutes to travel 8 miles was just too much to handle by myself and I needed to vent. I’m not taking about scream-your-head-off and flip-the-bird type of venting. No, I needed to see how I was feeling, in writing, and not just feel it.
So, I Tweeted exactly how I felt:
My recent stint on Twitter has turned out to be the perfect channel for me to aggregate and collect my sporadic and oftentimes disparate ideas and feelings, which is an often source of anxiety and contention when publishing work to my blog. But Twitter allows me to forget the rules and etiquette of formal blogging (and even formal thinking, for that matter). Twitter allows me the opportunity to respond real time, no filtering, no waiting until I get to my desk. Twitter forces me to respond, write, and reply from my gut.
Twitter allows me to be me.