two days twitter-free

so, one of the reasons i decided to take a break from twitter was to practice the actual, functional attachments i have with real people in my life, who i care about, and who i know care about me.

(this is as opposed to sending mini-updates out to the twitterverse in hopes that "someone" cares. and please understand i'm only calling myself out, right now. this is not necessarily what every tweetmeister out there is guilty of!)

i've been on the wagon for two days now, but i have a very strong inclination to tweet! it's such a habit for me, now! i have people in my world who are accostumed to & encourage my twitter habit, and even like being mini-celebrities through MY twitter account. i'm so driven to share my micro-thoughts & experiences with the world, be it everybody, or nobody. but you know what another option is? somebody. and that's what i've been doing instead.

lorie and jenni got the first text on saturday morning - it said my opinion about the weather & what i was doing just then. i sent them another one later when i smelled some delicious food and wondered if the ingredients were vegan. these were thoughts i REALLY wanted to twitter, but instead, i decided to share them with friends. real, live, friends.

i took it a step further today. i was paying bills at my desk. that's a lie. things are really rough right now and i can't quite pay all my bills. it's all going to work out, people are gracious, Jesus is bigger than money, and i'm hoping to get a new part-time job since i'm not getting enough hours at the store. these thoughts were all pretty depressing as i sat at my desk, under the light of a beautiful vintage lamp i brought home from washington on my roadtrip. it was my grandmother's, and it had come from the room i'd slept in at her home when i was a child. it's amazing and delicate and it honestly made my not-being-able-to-pay-my-bills session not so rough.

i walked into the living room where jenni was watching the buick open (she loves golf, i cannot imagine us being more different) and said, "my grandma's beautiful vintage lamp even makes not being able to pay my bills better." she smiled politely and said, "good, roommate, i'm proud of you for not tweeting that."

she didn't actually think it was a cool thought.

that's the problem with real people. you run the risk that your thought isn't going to be received well. when you toss a tweet into the world wide web, you don't have to look at the faces of the thousands of people who read your micro-updates. real relationships are a whole different story.