I’m mildly addicted to twitter. It’s my social media go-to. I would rather check my twitter than check my facebook, myspace, linkedin, etc. I would rather check twitter than my email. I would rather eat live worms than go without my twitter family. Alright, I will stop my crazy game of “Would You Rather” since it can get out of hand pretty fast. But going back to my twitter fam, they are amazing. And really, some of my best friends. I know that sounds kinda sad, but it’s true. I remember first really ‘utilizing’ twitter a couple months after my brother died. I was able to express some anger, hostility, emotional breakdowns, psychotic breaks with reality… and there was always someone listening and taking what I was dishing. And all they were doing was politely telling me how to whiten my teeth. Then someone who had also lost someone tweeted me. A real person, not someone saying they ‘lost weight heres how’ or ‘check britneys lost photos’ kinda junk. It was a real person, who has since deleted their account. I then, finally grasped the beauty of twitter. I micro-blogged my ass off about random stuff and someone always found me. Someone was always there for me. Yes, I love twitter. It makes me feel like people actually care that I put pickles on my peanut butter sandwich. When I’m hungover there is always someone to laugh at me and tell me I should have drank more water.
Its very reminiscent of that saying “A friend will help you, but a real friend will help you hide the body.” Wednesday would have been my brothers 24th birthday. I think that day was when I realized just how truly special and amazing my twitter fam is. Some of the most supportive, loving, kind words came from people I had never met before. My ‘real life’ friends never reached out. Not even through facebook or a text message. Not even a phone call. Who knows why, maybe they didn’t want to stir up feelings or whatever, because everyone likes to ignore and/or quickly change the subject if it’s brought up.
So, thank you my darling Twitter family for being there for me and helping me hide the body when I’ve needed it.
xoxo
#1 by Shannon on March 2nd, 2010
Sometimes, people don’t say things to others because they don’t feel like they will be heard. Sometimes, people don’t say things because they know it won’t matter. And sometimes, people don’t say things because they know it won’t change.
And sometimes, people just don’t know what the fuck to say.