Posts Tagged ‘friends’

Twitter: Who should you follow?

Saturday, November 7th, 2009

Yesterday, I was reading the tweets of a friend who had found FriendOrFollow.com. She was hurt by discovering that some of the people she considered in her "circle" weren't following her on Twitter, even though she was following them. Her response to this was to unfollow them and in a few cases, unsubscribe from their blogs as well.

This got me thinking. Should Twitter be focused on mutual masturbation? Should you follow every person who follows you? Should you be insulted by someone who doesn't follow you back?

I say no. I think that you should have a different perspective when using Twitter, and here's why:

  1. It may be accidental. I can think of three times in the last week where I discovered that I wasn't actually following someone who I assumed I was. It may have been because Twitter glitched when I originally tried to follow them. It may have been because I go through occasionally and unfollow people who haven't tweeted in more than 60 days, using Untweeps. Maybe I just meant to follow them back but forgot, due to real life getting in the way.
  2. Twitter is not a mutual admiration society. The goal of Twitter is to create a stream of conversation that is interesting to you. You should choose who has something interesting to say based on their content, not based on who they are. And different people use Twitter for different reasons. Some may use it for networking or marketing. Some may use it to keep track of a limited group of friends. Others might only want to follow celebrities.
  3. Twitter is one form of communication out of many. Chances are that if you follow someone on Twitter, you may also have communicated with them by email or read their blog or may be their friend on Facebook. If you have multiple avenues to communicate with someone, learn about their lives, and share elements of your own life with them, why do you need Twitter to do so? That's like being upset if you send someone a letter and instead of writing you back, they call you and then come hang out at your house.
  4. Maybe you're boring or annoying. If someone isn't following you on Twitter, rather than blame them, maybe you should view this as inspiration to be more interesting. Maybe if your tweets consist of blog posts, blip.fm songs, TV recaps, and complaints about your cat, people don't follow you because you're just cluttering up their stream. Can you really blame them? Try being clever. Try tweeting something interesting. And if you don't want to, that's cool. Just don't have the audacity to complain if someone doesn't follow you!
  5. Unfollowing isn't excommunication and it's not a punishment. Unfollowing takes a second. It can be reversed just as quickly. And chances are if you are so perturbed by someone not following you that you unfollow them in retaliation, they won't even notice. Or care. So how did you just benefit? It's likely you originally followed that person because you liked what they had to say, and now you're not getting that information anymore.

Instead of viewing Twitter as a way to boost your ego with followers, try seeing it as a way to get your message across, whatever that message may be. If your goal is to be interesting and attract followers based on content, good for you. If you just want to share the mundanities of your life, that's good, too. Just don't take it personally if people don't find you interesting or if people choose not to read what you have to say.

Updated: This is not a venue to attack my friend – she was legitimately hurt. I am just addressing why I think if you take a different perspective, you can avoid these types of hurt feelings in the future.

Or, if you want more followers another way, just buy my Twitter shirt from Zazzle!

Avitable Love Fest: 20 Things I Want You To Hear

Thursday, July 16th, 2009

Thanks to Britt, I have a post for today. Leave it to the self-proclaimed beacon of "light and goodness" to take a meme that's designed to bring out our passive-aggressive nature, wherein we can vent about people by saying mean, cynical and hateful things, and convert it into a huge old love-fest, passing on anonymous warm and fuzzies. It's so sweet that it almost gave me diabetes (well that, and my IV of liquid chocolate cake).

And yet I'm stealing it for myself. Even I like to be nice to people sometimes. To spread a little love and kindness, free of sarcasm and cynical overtones. Plus, I'm tired so it's hard to come up with something else to post. Without further ado:

Avitalove

1. Even with all of your faults, it was because of your example that I had the strength and courage to go through with the lap band surgery.

2. Reconnecting with you after all of these years has proven to be better than I can have imagined. Who knew we had so much in common and we could have been good friends all this time?

3. You're good at what you do, even if I think that you're otherwise a useless human being.

4. You deserve every ounce of the happiness towards which you've already made great strides.

5. You've been there unselfishly for me for more than two decades and I don't know if you're aware of how much I appreciate it.

6. Thank you for making me want to be a better person.

7. Your belief in my ability to succeed has always been unwavering. Thank you.

8. Sunshiny optimism usually annoys me, but you make it work.

9. You give me hope for the youth of America with your work ethic and obvious intelligence, even though you're politically retarded.

10. I'm so glad you ended your old life and started your new life with your new love.

11. You're too smart to be so blind and hateful.

12. My hours and hours of conversation with you and our friendship made me the person I am today, and I'm better as a result.

13. I love how you won't lie to me, even if it might be hurtful.

14. Your innocence and outlook on life is refreshing, even if I try to corrupt it.

15. Both your laughing and your crying are infectious and make everything more enjoyable.

16. I'm so happy that you've started to stand up for yourself. It's a great first step to your happiness.

17. I am so glad that we have become friends.

18. I wish I could do the things you can do.

19. I'm ecstatic that you're happy after those years of heartbreak. You deserve every second of it.

20. I still think of our first date, 27 years ago.

Need a post idea? This is harder than it seems. Give it a shot, and stay tuned tomorrow when I return with my typical vitriolic perspective on life and the sheeple of the world.

Oh, the friends I have . . .

Thursday, April 2nd, 2009

This past weekend, I was talking to my friend (who I'll call Enrico) on the phone. He was telling me that he'd recently gained some weight and I recommended a liquid high-protein, low carb diet that can be highly effective in losing as much as a pound a day very quickly.

On Tuesday, I had the following text message conversation:

Enrico: "How come you didn't warn me not to fart on this fucking diet. Seriously. I'm at work. You could have told me. This is fucked up. Is there anything that can be done?"

Me: "Did you just shart? Dude."

Enrico: "Going commando now. But that's not the worst part. The worst part is not being free to fart whenever I want. It's like communism. No freedom. I'm trapped."

Me: "Wow. That never happened to me."

Enrico: "You didn't have liquid poo in the first few days of the liquid diet? What the fuck kind of liquid are you drinking? This sucks. I'm sweaty because I'm freaked out I may shit pants!"

Me: "Nothing ridiculous like you had, apparently."

Enrico: "It's just diarrhea but it is unexpected and I'm at work. I like to fart a lot, and this is ridiculous."

And later the next day . . .

Enrico: "WELL THANK GOD the convenience store has beef jerky! I thought I was going to die!!!"

Verbally Abuse Avitable Day

Sunday, March 22nd, 2009

Apparently, I haven't been the friend that I wanted to be to some people. I have found out through different sources that I have friends who feel that I have done things that have been hurtful, mean, or neglectful. I know that their feelings are genuine, and regardless of my intent, they do feel that way (which is all that matters).

I wish everyone could just act like on a soccer field and throw up a red flag. If you're doing something assholish, your friend throws up a red flag, blows on a whistle, and announces to the audience. "Penalty – being hurtful!" Because while that would be embarrassing, plus you'd have to wear those stupid referee shirts all the time, it would tell the other person immediately and they could adjust their behavior accordingly. What happens otherwise is that you assume nothing's wrong and learn months and months later that you did something to hurt someone.

I value my friends very highly. After my wife, my friends are the most important thing in my life. And it kills me to think that I might have inadvertently done something, whether through neglect or an overt act on my part, that could have damaged one of these relationships.

So I'm declaring today a day of honesty. It's a time to verbally pummel me. Let me have it. In the comments, whether you want to put your name with it (I'd appreciate it) or be anonymous (I understand), tell me something I've done that's been shitty or hurt you.

I'm serious. I want to know. If I know, it's something I can fix.

Let me have it. And go . . .

P.S. I'm not looking for support or validation. I just wanted to create a forum for someone to tell me, even anonymously, that I've done something hurtful to them. It's the best way for me to learn about it earlier rather than later.

I could . . .

Sunday, March 15th, 2009

I could tell you about the last 10 hours spent hanging out with friends, some of whom I haven't seen in 15 years.

I could tell you about me getting lost on I-4, driving in circles four times around the same exits trying to find Walt Disney World.

I could tell you about driving around Universal for a half hour, trying to get into the parking garage, before driving over cones.

I could tell you about the endless stories and "What ever happened to…" and gossip and laughter.

I could tell you about how happy and successful and satisfied everyone seems with their lives.

I could tell you about Cooper, who hit me with an uppercut one day in the middle of class.
..or Sachin, who loves U2 and proved to all of us that he isn't gay,
..or Nikki, with the fiery red hair and dark sense of humor,
..or Anastasia, whose mother I bribed so I wouldn't get in trouble for my crazy driving,
..or Gjerome, who drove me home one day when I got drunk from eating too much food,
..or Rick, who falls asleep every time he's in a movie theater and pukes on command,
..or Mitsa, who is still my friend even though I put mirrors on my shoes and looked up her skirt,
..or Valerie, who left scars on my arm from her fingernails, which I totally deserved.

I could tell you about how much fun I had, and how it felt like we never left each other. These are friendships that last, even without a phone call every month.

I could, but it's 3:30 in the morning, so I'm fucking going to bed.