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There Is Simply Too Much!

Posted by Viktoria Michaelis on October 30, 2012 in Immoral Conversations |

I’m not joking, there really is far too much. You start following one or two people on Twitter and then, as you get more attuned to the environment, find a few more, and the people they are connected to strike you as being interesting too, so you follow them. Then there are the re-Tweets, and more people who, at least once, have said something interesting or who appear to have a little bit more in their minds than just the usual rubbish, so you follow them too. And then people start following you…

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Before you know it you have a Timeline which is filled almost to overflowing with Tweets from a wealth of people from all walks of life, from all forms of society with their thoughts, their impressions, their innermost fears and emotions.

It is almost impossible to keep up with the flow, because it is constant, Twitter runs twenty-four hours a day, every single day, and there are always people online, Tweeting their hearts out.

It doesn’t matter what they are doing, some always seem to find those few seconds necessary to type a couple of words and hit send. Even, and this is strange for me because during these times I tend to be concentrating on one thing and one thing only, when they are having sex. Or claim to be having sex; much of what is written has to be taken with a rather large pinch of salt too!

And this one tends to sum up why some people are there, to keep up with sexy friends – or people they hope will become friends or, at the very least, a Twitter Crush – and it makes no difference whether they are male or female, or something in-between.

Yes, there is a lot of rubbish there too, the constant abbreviations which make sense, but are totally pointless. If you’re not right in the middle of a conversation, why tell everyone that you’ll Be Right Back? And why, for heavens sake, tell the Twitter world that you’re going for a pee? And that in language which needs to be changed into some form of English first! twitter is not exactly a suitable source for anyone wishing to learn a language, slang and street language, sure, but not real English.

Sadness disguised as bitchiness, malicious comments in place of jealousy, attacks in place of open minds. And, of course, humor. There are Tweeters who send out nothing but humor, nothing but amusing little comments. They tend to be the ones who don’t last too long, sadly, simply because trying to force humor, trying to be an online stand-up comedian is not quite as simple as some people may imagine.

But it works, for some, if they just insert their brand of humor occasionally. And, I must admit, there have been Tweets which had me almost crying for laughter. I just wish I had begun marking them up earlier. Or that I could be awake permanently to catch those ones which otherwise slip through the net. My night time is their day time. The Internet doesn’t sleep.

Wisdom in a personal form, it’s all there. Whether anyone reacts, whether anyone takes it to heart and lives by these words of experience, of hope and loss, is another matter entirely.

I remember the Tweet about why no women ever propose, getting down on their knees and a man would automatically open his flies, did I publish it here? If there is a Twitter classic, then that Tweet was most certainly high up on a very long list of classics.

And then they all disappear again. I mean, they are all still there, archived, saved for the future, but no one is going to dig so far back in the hope of finding that one Tweet which might change their life. There are simply too many.

Taking humor to new extremes. Who can really joke about pedophilia? It isn’t a joking matter, of course, but, at the same time, it can be when handled properly. Anywhere else, anyone who has a name and a public arena joke would probably have lost their jobs over such a comment. How many sports commentators, news anchors or politicians have been reined in or fired because of what they’ve posted on Twitter? Unthinking comments which, because of their name and their position, hit the news and bring all things bad down upon their heads.

Sex. Well, who can get away from sex in the Internet? Can anyone imagine the Internet without sex?

And sex meets up with reality. There are people who meet on the Internet and then meet in real life. It can be a good thing, or a bad thing. It all depends on the people, on whether they are really who they say they are, on whether they hit it off in the real world as they can do in this virtual, almost anonymous world.

I could put these Tweets in some form of order, categorize them, but that isn’t the way Twitter works. Everything comes in a mad rush, mixed in together, jumping from one theme, from one person to the next. At times it is hard to keep up, hard to follow a single train of thought, a single conversation. Possible, but distracting.

I know that there are many of my followers, and the people who follow me but in a lesser way, who I would never be able to trust. People who, in real life, would be pushed out of my life because their character, their real personality, is nothing like that which they portray on the Internet. We don’t know anyone, it is said, until we’ve seen them use the toilet. Fine, that’s a bit far, but you get the idea.

Humor, personal and impersonal. What would the world be without it? And if you can laugh at yourself, rather than just having a go at everyone else, then you really understand what humor is.

For many of these Tweets I could just show you what has been written and leave it at that, the explanation is in the reading, in the comprehension. Perhaps I ought to consider that in the future. Not that I want to pile so many Immoral Conversations, as I have called them, onto my blog all the time….

but often the words written bring an image with them which needs no additional words.

It would be fun to know who is talking, and to whom, rather than just reading, just relying on the image they give of themselves or an avatar which, in many cases, has nothing to do with the person writing at all, it is just an impression of themselves, an image used to hide behind.

And that is where social media networks and web 2.0 come into their own. This linking of different platforms which allows people to post on one site and have their words, or images, automatically duplicated elsewhere. It puts a face to the words and sometimes…

sometimes it is a real beauty – or handsome, for those whose bent goes that way – and you think to yourself, come closer…

and they do. And then you’re just…

Love & Kisses, Viki

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2 Comments

  • faethflex says:

    Lol great post. I realize that people say “Good night” on twitter as if their tweets are being sent to a certain demographic…. But what some users don’t realize is that unless their profile is private, their tweets are accessible to the world. I don’t say good night anymore nor acknowledge human activity other then sexual and eating. If I bring up anything else then it’ll be purely out of humor. I flirt with almost everyone at some time or another, since it’s the Internet, but there’s definitely some people that I wanna meet IRL just to close a friendship gap. Twitter is a tricky thing but I’m always learning new ways to interact with people, and as I become more involved, the interactions become more genuine and effective.

    • viki says:

      For some people, though, Twitter is Real Life! And it’s not just the flirting – which is fun for all – or the ‘I gotta pee’ posts, there really is a good deal out there worth reading, worth thinking about. Aside from that, I enjoy making fun of people – the woman who said she was going to get her nose priced instead of pierced? – as much as making fun of myself. That’s what it’s there for. The celebrities, though, the celebrities are boring.

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