It has been 1 month since my last blog post, forgive me Internalised Disapproving Father, for neglecting this blog. The past 4 weeks have been a time of change, a time of self reflection. I always jokingly called myself a twitter addict, but it was not until I finally left, after much soul searching and a few lapses that I could actually admit that I have been addicted, not necessarily to the other twits I exchanged tweets with, as many I am in contact with via facebook, but the actual process, the immediate and exciting high of conversing with so many strangers, with so few constraints, no physical boundary apart from 140 characters limit. Towards the end of the Christmas break I drank too much wine and went off and created another twitter account. In the morning the realisation of what I had done was akin to wakening up in a strange bed listening to snoring coming from a fellow bedmate who's identity was completely unknown to me!! Horror!! At first I couldn't remember my username or password, but eventually I worked it out. Guilty and facinated in equal measures I had a look at the account and the followerers I had already gained and the old ache to be a part of it flooded back. I kept it for a few days, dipping in and out, getting a rush from the secretive, guilty pleasure, but in the end, after significant cognitive dissonance, reason won out and I deleted the account again. This makes I think 4 twitter accounts I have created and deleted. How sad am I. As long as I can continue to delete and stay away from twitter, the better chance I have of beating this addiction. Oh I also managed to give up smoking. Giving up twitter was much more difficult. I am a serial stopper, so I hope on both counts that my period of abstinence will continue........... My name is Debbie and I am (still) a recovering twitterholic.
3 comments:
Brilliant as usual Debs. Who knew you had secretly returned to feeding your pathological twitter addiction. You certainly kept it well hidden ....Glad to see you're finally on the road to recovery.
On the other hand, maybe you need to wonder why you stop doing something you enjoy, it's not crack honey!!
As someone that took it far too seriously I took some good advice from someone and got into the real world... Guess what... I can do both!!
Here's the thing.... You were soooo good!
And you were so much fun!
And you bloody enjoyed it!
So what is the problem?
A fan of delayed gratification?
I still don't understand that.
But lighten up on yourself!
i liked you on twitter
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