I bought an ottoman at the weekend, for storage and as a footrest. I should have known how my cat would respond.
I’ve been thinking a bit about written communication lately. Do you remember when texts could only be about 40 characters long and emojis were pretty much colons and parentheses, with a ‘p’ if you were feeling particularly saucy? :p
I’ve been steering clear of Twitter for the past few days and it’s been kind of nice, not feeling the pressure to keep up with everything. It does means that I have missed some stuff happening – like Jeffrey Epstein’s death and, apparently, the fact that Harry Styles is going to be in the Little Mermaid. I am not sure I could confidently pick Harry Styles out of a line-up so I don’t have very strong feelings about it. (He’s the one with the hair, right?) Even that is an exaggeration, though; I haven’t actually missed any news. I just haven’t heard about it within minutes of it breaking.
If you’re not the first to hear about something, you don’t have to be the first to react to it and, honestly, I’m appreciating the fact that I don’t feel the need to react to everything that’s happening as it’s happening.
The urge to tweet about every fleeting thought has more or less passed. Not everyone needs to know my reaction to season 3 of Riverdale (but let’s just say, if I’m going through it, that’s nothing compared to what’s happening to the citizens of Riverdale, between the Farm, Fizzle Rock and the Gargoyle King) or how I feel about the latest episode of a podcast (even if I am still miffed that Adam Wylde continues to be snarky about Tom Wilson, when it’s unwarranted, like on the most recent episode of the Steve Dangle Podcast, but that’s neither here nor there).
It’s made me think about how and why I use Twitter. I can read news on news websites. I can chat with my friends by text. I am not someone who gets much by way of FOMO. I quite enjoy Instagram (a picture has got to be worth a few hundred tweets, right?) and I do want to try to use this blog a little more often, and engage in long(ish) form writing.
Oh, I’ll be back on Twitter. Of course I will. I’m going to cross-post this post to my Twitter account. The hockey season is a couple of months away. I have holidays coming up, and I’m going to be starting a new academic venture in a month. I’m sure I’ll need the outlet of Twitter in the near future, to continue to connect with people.
For now, though? Honestly? It’s kind of a relief not to live life in 280 character increments.