It seems that with the advancements in social media, we now get to know an awful lot about each other. I do believe we may be bordering on TMI. For anyone unaware, TMI stands for “too much information”. In my case, the TMI-cry is usually followed by plugging up my ears and yelling “LA-LA-LA-LA-LA-LA-LA-LA”…which I’m aware is not the most mature way to handle it, but really.
I’ve noticed there’s a direct correlation between my tweeting about something stupid I’ve done and the number of people who read and respond to said tweet, versus my witty observational tweets, which often go utterly unnoticed. I believe this is due to the fact that people enjoy other people’s pain…ie: it’s funny, as long as it’s not happening to YOU.
C’mon…admit it. You know it’s true.
Kathryn tweets: “Went 2 fill up the birdfeeder. Pretty high up da tree. Lose my balance, seed raining dwn. I’m screaming; thinking it’s birds a-la Hitchcock.” THIS garners a lot of attention….
…versus, “Bank across the street robbed an hour ago. They could’ve run right by us and we wouldn’t have noticed…” receives barely a wave.
It doesn’t take a rocket scientist to understand human nature. My losing my balance and screaming like a little girl is way funnier than my being across the street from an armed robbery. And really…which one of these tweets would you be more likely to respond to? According to my data, it’s the former. (And Gigi? I'm okay, girlfriend. Thanks for caring!)
See, I love the challenge…love the premise…love the entire concept of Twitter: Can you elicit a reaction from someone in 140 characters or less? And can you respond immediately and somehow be memorable enough to stand out from the 400 other tweets they see at virtually the same time? I’d like to imagine my comic genius (yeah, I said genius. C’mon, I know you were thinking it) is eliciting a smile from someone…why else would I even bother? And I love the concept of these short little bursts of energy…it’s about all I can handle these days. Twitter has an expiration date on tweets…if you don’t respond within a few minutes, it’s probably not going to matter. I actually prefer it this way...if I'm crazed, I can let it roll off my back like a duck. And by the time you respond, I’ll have forgotten what the thread was even about…like when my co-worker Eta (@etela) responds to me with:
“I am doing it but not in the winter!”…and I’m thinking, “WTF??” I still have no idea what she does…but evidently it’s something she prefers to do in warmer months. And my next thought is, “TMI! LA-LA-LA-LA-LA!”
Of course, we don’t need to have the internet between us for it to be TMI. This morning I was putting the finishing touches on my makeup, boogying to the new tunes I put on my iPod last night. Taylor (18) walked in just as “Ladies Night” by Cool & the Gang came on and I enthusiastically broke into song, using my lip gloss as a pseudo-microphone…bumping and belting out, “OH YES IT’S LADIES NIGHT! AND THE FEELING’S RIGHT! OH YES IT’S LADIES NIGHT…OH WHAT A NIGHT!!” and Taylor patiently waits for me to pause and he responds, totally deadpan: “Mom, I can’t un-see that.”
TMI? You be the judge.