In the age of Internet, IP addresses, social media, text, and now screen shots of texts,
etc...... and all kinds of digital footprints one leaves behind, someone is ALWAYS WATCHING, so I've learned.
I learned this the hard way. Well, not really the HARD way, but a significant way no less. I've made it a habit to leave quite the literary digital footprint on the world wide web, rather the Internet if you will. I've kept a blog or several for at least 6 years now, jotting down everything from musical reviews and editorial critiques, to poetry, humorous real life accounts, and vents, the latter of which seems to have resulted in this relationship end.
I thought I was just tweeting my thoughts, when my thoughts came back at me as if I had flung them like boomerangs. I keep a lot of things to myself or I muddle over them repeatedly. That's how I do. That's who I am. I talk to myself when there is no one to talk to... and sometimes when there is. Is there something wrong with that? Apparently the problem occurs when someone else can hear... in this case see them.
Idle hands, and an idle mind can be the devil's playground. I got a little bored while out recently and my mind began to wander, so I took to social media, Twitter to be exact to occupy myself, as I do these days. I came, I twittered, I closed the app. However, while on Twitter an event happened. It bothered me. I Twittered 2 TWEETS referring to how I felt about it. The next day, I awoke to to find 4 texts (continuations of each other), in all caps no less, which equates yelling to me, saying:
"DON'T TWEET ABOUT ME," "I CAN'T BELIEVE I'M GOING THROUGH THIS," "THIS HAS CAUSED DRAMA"....
I was confused, for several reasons;
1. YOU FOLLOW ME? O_O
2. HOW DO YOU (or anyone for that matter) KNOW WHO/WHAT I WAS TALKING ABOUT? (I used NO names, places, etc... and contrary to your obvious arrogance I don't talk about you much)
3. HOW DO MY VAGUE, NON-DIRECT, R
ANDOM TWEETS CAUSE YOU DRAMA?
I never got the answer to any of those questions. Just a stern talking to, like I was a child, via text, with the command "DON'T TWEET ABOUT ME!"
Honestly of all the tweets I've ever posted, EVER, and I've been on Twitter almost 3 years now, over 23,500 tweets; only 3 have ever been about this person. Two from that night and one from about a month ago.
Well, this person would hear, rather, read, nothing of this, since they refused to answer the phone, only text, which eventually they also refused to answer. They were dead set that somehow I was being juvenile for, in a sense, saying how I feel or what I think on Twitter. The nerve of me to Tweet MY life, MY thoughts, MY feelings, etc... on MY TWITTER. GEEZ! The library of Congress, who keep all tweets, don't even interfere with what people tweet.
Then, they unfriended me on Facebook, unfollowed me on Twitter.
Now, who's juvenile? ...It's not even National Unfriend Day yet.
