Friday, November 04, 2011
Twitter and Other Sorrows
As I watch the Tweets scroll past my window like acid rain on a grey day, I wonder what percentage of the them are read. Or, is it a matter of everyone's talking and nobody's listening?
Sometimes when I tweet a blog post I happen to like, I get a response back saying, "thanks for the shout out." I appreciate the thank you note, but since my shout is one of millions, did it matter?
Do you ever wonder about such things?
We all want to be heard whether we're promoting books, web sites or simply shooting the breeze about family life. I'm tweeting about my book and you're tweeting about your book, but we're both in dire financial trouble, so (truth be told) neither one of us can affort to buy the other's book.
Meanwhile, neither one of us has time to really stop and talk about each other's books or families or day at the office because (truth be told) there are still a hundred tweets and Facebook updates left to check out. We understand each other, I think. That means we're each aware that between us we have a thousand friends and followers and that the day no longer permits such luxuries as a real conversation.
I LIKE you. You RT me. I tweet your post. You share my update. We're just moving shoutouts around without listening. I feel a lot of sorrow about this, about the fact that expediency has made our interactions so shallow and so expedient.
What about you? If you have a thousand Twitter followers, how many are really there? Listening, that is? If you have a thousand Facebook friends, how many of them are stopping by your page a couple of times a week to listen?
I feel like blogs, social networking and other related Internet sites are like a fast train, and my belief is that it's not bound for glory.
Perhaps I'm just not "wired probably" for all this dangling conversation.