I Took a Week off Twit.ter

Since I've joined Twi.tter, two things have happened:
1) I fall behind on blog reading
2) I don't blog as much myself

Number 2 can be attributed to many factors like parenting 2 kids, working full time, staying present in what's going on around me IRL. So, maybe it's not just my chirping.

Number 1 is directly related to my activity on that site. I find myself trying to stay abreast of the activity on there as it's so fluid that it's easy to miss an interesting conversation. Often, I find myself commenting on conversations that ran their course the day prior, but I still want to contribute. The other problem I have with it is that because it's so hard to read the damn site, I spend a serious amount of time trying to find all the threads to a conversation.

And, then there's the inevitable "I'm not popular" mantra that I just can't seem to shake. Never mind that many of my other friends put up a number of chirps that no one responds to. When I put something up that I *think* is important or a direct question and get no response, I go to my dark and scary place that I have to talk myself out of. It can happen here too, certain posts generate a lot of comments, and others, that I think are important, don't.

It's different on my blog though, because there have been so many times that I myself have read blog posts and either really felt that I didn't know what to say, or had so much trouble commenting from my phone that I gave up.

Twit.ter is made for the mobile device, and so I feel slighted by lack of response more acutely than here on my blog. My blog is also part-diary, for the inevitable best-selling memoir I'll get published someday. (hahahahahahaha. That idea comes to you courtesy of my former therapist)

I'm not sure that the medium of 140 characters is for me. That being said, I have made really great connections, and have opened up more than I ever thought I would. It's never been that I wanted to necessarily be anonymous from those who read my blog, but that I wanted to be anonymous from those IRL who would be offended by my ranting and spewing of feelings.

I guess I'll go back, maybe? I'm not sure. I just know that I'm not quite ready yet.