I have a hard time explaining Twitter to most people I know. It’s sort of like a group texting conversation, I say. Yes, I get that, they reply, but why do you want to talk to strangers? Surely you can’t have any kind of meaningful relationship in 140 characters? At that point I usually give up. When some of my very best real life friends aren’t even on Facebook, I’m pretty sure I’m never going to persuade them. (If you’re reading Jess and Ally, I’m talking about YOU.)
And when you start on Twitter, of course you don’t have a meaningful connection with the people you’re talking to (unless they’re your brother, and he rarely replies anyway). But they’re real people, and you have real things in common, and sometimes, they’re really quite nice. You listen to each other’s problems, laugh at silly jokes and watch the X Factor together.
And before very long, over the course of a thousand conversations, you start to develop some real friendships. And some of these people, these friends, you even meet in real life. And they don’t turn out to be seedy late middle aged men like your husband feared, but very lovely people who are exactly as you’d imagined they would be. In a good way.
But despite knowing that they’re real people, who are actually quite nice, you’re still completely floored, when one of them decides to give you a send off, a virtual one of course. She has the idea of getting people to send you virtual presents, ones that won’t take up space in your already bulging backpack. And the virtual presents are so very thoughtful and lovely that one of them actually moves you to tears. In the supermarket. But that’s what you get for reading blog posts whilst you do your shopping.
I have spent many hours on Twitter in the last couple of years, some would say too many. I don’t think it’s ALL been entirely wasted.
The wonderfully kind Julia came up with the idea of sending me virtual presents, thank you very much Julia, you’ve made me feel all warm and glowy x
And here are the presents…