I am yet to see The Social Network movie (babysit, anyone?) but I’m dying to. From the time I discovered Facebook, I adored it. It was almost like it was made for someone like me, who is emotionally close, but geographically distant most of the time. I’ve always been much more of a computer geek than a telephone drone, so I’d found the perfect vehicle to keep in touch with everyone in one place. Don’t get me wrong, I loathe all those farm/garden/zombie/vampire apps my contacts often play on, but I can hide those from my feeds, and whatever floats your boat anyway, some people don’t like spilling their lives into a blog (imagine!) so I get it. I like updating my status, and I like “liking” and I can even like my own status. Who are you calling a narcissist?
Then there is Twitter. I didn’t start on that until just after starting this blog a couple of months ago. It made me confused and crotchety, though my close family and friends would tell you that is just the way I am all the time. Twitter just seemed to be a bunch of people in a room shouting at one another, and I didn’t see the point. Slowly though, new connections were forged, and I started to figure it out.
The beauty of Twitter is that you can shout at anyone in the room. If you want a particular person to be in that room, you simply follow them. I was dissatisfied with Pudding’s experience at the Halloween Dress Rehearsal at The Disney Store, but instead of taking that message to a nonchalant call centre operator, I could shout it publicly at the president of The Disney Store. The message that you take to the top? That is the message that gets listened to.
“@DisneyStorePrez Jim Fielding@spectrummymummy our events can accommodate many kids, but I am happy to hear more ideas”
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