It’s strange how some people seem to forget the old (Internet old) adage that what you post on the Internet is never forgotten. At least, it is never forgotten once someone else has seen and taken note of it. If you manage to delete it beforehand – which negates the point of a post, tweet or status update anyway – then you’ve won. Or something like that.
And if you later come back and say that you don’t do something, that it isn’t your style, that your personality is a completely different one then, like many celebrities and politicians have discovered, it can come back and bite you on the ass. Deep and painfully.
Although, I guess it could be a matter of interpretation. Clearly you don’t want to call someone an attention whore if there is a possibility of them showing that you are just the same, or worse. You need to know your own history, need to know where your own weak points are. And that, if you have a long and complicated past, can be difficult.
I mean, how many politicians are suddenly confronted with a short throwaway sentence they made in passing ten years ago? I am sure we can all think of more than one or two: slightly racist or sexual comments uttered on the spur of the moment without knowing that someone nearby just happens to have a recorder on, or be filming you with their cell.
That, though, doesn’t make anyone an attention whore, not by a long shot. What does is constantly drawing attention to yourself, to your woes, your minor successes, your good looks or whatever. Twitter is the place to look if you want to see attention whores. In fact, Twitter is not the place to look if you don’t want to see attention whores because, let’s be honest, anyone posting on Twitter is seeking some sort of attention.
The constant begging for a Re-Tweet or a Mention, for people to wish you a Good Morning, for people to Re-Tweet their Tweet with a selfie of themselves. You name it, they are there. Of course, I do it too, even though I wouldn’t necessarily consider it calling attention to myself. Every single post here gets a Tweet – automatically, I don’t need to do a thing – to draw people, visitors, surfers, the bored and down-on-their-luck here. Not that I go so far as to bring my private, off-line life into the game, but I guess it is a form of attention-seeking nonetheless.
And there we are, it didn’t take all that long after all. A Tweet calling attention to yourself from real life. We all do it, well, most of us do, whether it is on Twitter or elsewhere. Look at me! Talk to me! I’m interesting! It’s almost as if we’re begging for stalkers.
Love & Kisses, Viki.