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thoughts about twitter + my family
Nov. 22nd, 2011 02:37 am
I've been thinking about Twitter recently. Anyone who follows me know Twitter is where my brain goes to shout maniacally about things. I have 0 coherency on Twitter. I shout about a lot of fandom stuff and dog rescue stuff and how much longer til I get to leave work.
Which is all well and good.
Except over Thanksgiving my sister gave a bunch of my RL cousins my Twitter handle and they all followed me. Now, none of them use Twitter as often as I do, so I don't think they see all of my tweets, but like...
They could potentially go find them.
Like my massive amount of tweets about gay incest and shark babies and putting my (imaginary) penis in things and drunk Batman and how much fanfiction I actually write and how much I love hairboats.
It's a lot. I really love them. Enthusiastically and unironically.
And like, tonight I was tweeting about sex pollen tarantulas.
Should I be worried that the entire internet, including my very "normal" blood relatives can see me being a dingbat?
Should I be more worried that I am this ding-batty person 24/7 and this is probably not a phase?
Or should I just be worried about these sex pollen tarantulas I've apparently willed in to existence?
Which is all well and good.
Except over Thanksgiving my sister gave a bunch of my RL cousins my Twitter handle and they all followed me. Now, none of them use Twitter as often as I do, so I don't think they see all of my tweets, but like...
They could potentially go find them.
Like my massive amount of tweets about gay incest and shark babies and putting my (imaginary) penis in things and drunk Batman and how much fanfiction I actually write and how much I love hairboats.
It's a lot. I really love them. Enthusiastically and unironically.
And like, tonight I was tweeting about sex pollen tarantulas.
Should I be worried that the entire internet, including my very "normal" blood relatives can see me being a dingbat?
Should I be more worried that I am this ding-batty person 24/7 and this is probably not a phase?
Or should I just be worried about these sex pollen tarantulas I've apparently willed in to existence?
