The Creeper Files: Twitter ‘Favorites’, and why I Clicked the Orange Star

I think I am using Twitter the wrong way.

I use it to see what other people are saying about their daily lives, what they are obsessing over, what they are debating about, and sometimes what they are eating for lunch. I am looking to see what other people are tweeting, but I hardly do any tweeting of my own. I usually retweet, or tweet to people who also follow me, so the tweets don’t show up on my timeline for everyone else to see. Most of all, I ‘favorite’ all the tweets that I agree with, so they go to this archive of Things That I Found Interesting. I am a Twitter Creeper. *hides*
Actually, no. Not *hides*- it’s time to bring those tweets out of the archive so you can see what’s really on my mind, and I can try to remember why on earth I thought some of these things were important or noteworthy when I first clicked the on that star.
2013:

I was on the floor :’D Fancy does not translate into vernac very easily.

When people get almost irrationally passionate about something, I notice.

I was having my annual “what is even my life?”Β week in December. Sometimes I feel like the people asking me those questions actually want me to take up drinking, because what else do they think all their nosiness will achieve?

This is in the same vein as the last one. I had probably just been subjected to another “happy announcement” over on Facebook…

The truth. Especially because I had been going through these few weeks of thinking that I might actually want to get a little Yorkie for myself. I needed this to remind me that a dog is a dog, is a dog- whether it is small or not. And I don’t like dogs. Also, how could I have let myself get to the point where I considered buying an animal for company- had the people in my life disappointed me that much? This was a dark time for me…

True, and funny- but the kind of funny where you know it’s kind of inappropriate to laugh. That’s the best kind.

Scandals involving sugary soft drinks and people’s inability to reply to messages, even though they know that everyone else knows that there are two ticks next to it.

IKR?

Is it bad that this makes emotional eating sound like fun…?

Because I have mastered the art of loving tea.

This just about sums up 2013.

Yip.

When people get all profound about “love” and stuff, and I’m just like #MustBeNice.

How big is that cup of coffee, though?

Nothing like some good sound fashion logic.

This is my whole life!

Software developers, do something about this.

I wouldn’t be able to keep a straight face while saying that, and my doubling over in a fit of giggles would subsequently give the mugger time to take my stuff and stroll away casually. But maybe people who are cooler under pressure could use this.

All of the above.

YES. And while I am by no means above queuing, (because who am I, really?), I do sometimes wish I could be exempt from it. Like if I’m queuing at the same place, for the 4th time in a row, to see the same person who won’t even take that long to help me. No? Okay. Just put some chairs there for people to sit on, then!

Replace ‘coffee’ with ‘tea’.

I like big words, and I cannot lie.

Again: my whole life.

How I feel on days when I’m trying to be a Fashion Girl.

Ja, maybe. But then you wouldn’t have cool stories like this to tell.

No one has answered this for me yet.

I always “have no money”, because whenever I do I immediately feel compelled to give it away to Clicks, CNA and Wakaberry. I’m out of control.

So the year 2013 in favourite tweets was basically: “ohmigod, why is everyone calling me a ‘grown up’? What if I would rather make tea (or drink wine/have a smoke) than learn how to budget, get my life together and settle down? Also: everybody stop twerking at me! P.S.: I like pretty shoes, but the feeling doesn’t seem to be mutual…”

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