Okay, here's what happened.
Okay, so for some stupid reason I decide that I should be on Twitter.
I know, I know, I've been stuck in this chair entirely too long.So, I'm thinking, well, what can it hurt; it'll be good marketing.
So, I join and, of course, I have no one to follow so I follow twittercritter - through the pet adoption site that I belong to that adopts out homeless dogs and cats.
Not much marketing there. Dogs and cats don't read, but it's a start, I think.
THEN, today, oh my gosh, I get this notice that this someone is now following me on Twitter.
See, on Twitter, you post things you're doing. It can be a post a day, 20 posts a day if you have no life.....it can be about anything from "I just folded the Tank's wife beaters." to "You should go to my etsy store at http://www.jthom03.etsy.com/ and buy something. You might win a prize."
(Of course, there's no prize, but I would think that the purchased item would be considered a prize.)
Okay, so I get that notice today that someone is following me on Twitter.
Get this.
This is the kinda creepy thing.
Maybe I shouldn't say "creepy" since I don't know who I'm dealing with.
Let's say "odd".
Should I say "odd"? Maybe that will set them off.
Okay, we'll go with....."I get that notice today that someone is following me on Twitter.
Get this.
This is the kinda different, but not creepy or odd thing."
I notice it, because it shows you, that this person is also following almost SIXTEEN HUNDRED PEOPLE.
What???
She takes her laptop into the head with her? (Sorry - three boys)
"SIXTEEN HUNDRED PEOPLE???"
Go-o-o-o-od grief.
And that's when the doubt sets in about being a part of this group.
But, it gets even BETTER!
I click on her name to check her (in all fairness and to give this it's due privacy, let us use "her/him") out and this message comes up:
"Sorry, the account you were headed to has been suspended due to strange activity. Mosey along now, nothing to see here.""A-A-A-A-A-H-H-H-H-H-H-H-H-H-H-H-H-H-H-H-H-H-H" *running around the room with my toe up holding my head in my hands*
What do I do???
How do you get off Twitter once they have you in their grip?
Is there a Twitter police force?
Anyone got their number?
Why aren't background checks done on 'different' people?
Who all is following me and why do strangers care what I'm doing this afternoon???
"Oh, look, Harry, it says that Jan Thomason is putting new sheeting around the bottom of their trailer."
Who are these people?
Do you think they're reading my blog, too?
LURKING?????
Ah, geez, and what about my FaceBook???
"Today I'm sitting with my toe in the air as per doctor's orders."
Why would strangers read that stuff about strangers?
Why would strangers want to be my friend?
Are they friendless?
Well, if they're friendless, I'm pretty sure I'm not the perfect pick for them.
And where does it all end?
If we think too deeply about our interactions with people through ANY medium, we can scare ourselves silly.
So, just so you know, we're moving.
Yes, we're moving to.....Scotland.
Yes, that's right.
Scotland.
And, we're moving tomorrow.
DISCLAIMER: NO DISRESPECT WAS INTENDED TOWARDS, TWITTER, TWITTER LOVERS, FACEBOOK, FACEBOOK LOVERS, BLOGS, BLOG LOVERS, DOG AND CAT LOVERS, STRANGER LOVERS OR LOVERS OF SCOTLAND.
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XOXO, Jan
