And me, I read the tweets. I sometimes click through, but generally I fade into the background. Occasionally I'll link to a post of my own, but it depends on my mood. October 8th was the last time I linked back to my blog, which was about 125 tweets ago. So I can honestly say a couple times a month I am my own cheerleader. I never really could relate to the pompoms and little skirts, the constant smile, perfect hair, and attention seeking of the real cheerleaders. If only I made the Freshman Squad back in 1987, maybe I would feel differently today. Instead I liked blending into the background, being a part of the crowd in the bleachers, I preferred skateboarders over football players anyway. Ironically enough my Twitter relationships reflect that as well, I'm probably not conversing with the Twitter Prom Queen most days of the week.
Now let me be the first to say, I am not judging any of those behaviors I mentioned. I am not on a soapbox calling out anyone. For some reason it just makes me feel itty bitty in the blogosphere. On those rare occasions I grasp how infinite the internet is, it blows my mind. But then again, I write what I want to write. I'm not the "ambulance chaser" of the blog world. We all know who they are, the first to hop on the hot topics, just so they get click-throughs. Their twitter follower count is big, their subscriber numbers are high, and in turn corporations love them. Oh and if you have "mom" in your username the corporations super duper love you. I find that odd. Have you noticed this or am I the only one?
Even more recently, I've come to discover sometimes bloggers twist the truth or even blatantly steal other people's words and use them as their own (hello, PLAGIARISM!). I assume this is in an attempt to bring a windfall of readers to their blog, maybe get twitter talking about them, or falsely lead their readers to believe their lives are more than what they truly are. Which made me realize, my life is so boring. Why don't I have this overwhelming desire to conquer this medium, do whatever it takes to top the numbers game? Am I complacent? Two years later and I'm still just happy doing my own thing. Writing on a whim, writing what's on my mind, and writing as a release. Oprah should have been calling ME by now.
So I shall conclude, with really no conclusions drawn in the matter at hand. I don't have a badge saying I'm authentic, I just have my words. If you meet me in real life, you will find that yes, these words are just like I speak. While I don't share everything about my life, I find no reason to not be authentic to my true self around here. This is my home. I feel grateful that someone other than my mother may stop by and read whatever is on my mind. I like this little place and I'm not going to let Twitter interfere and make me think being itty bitty is a bad thing. I'm fine just the way I am.
Now I'm off to Ft.Collins to find the Balloon Boy's family and have a blogger exclusive interview, stay tuned my press conference will air in just moments. I swear. I'll show you twitter.