It’s so easy to pound out a stinging reply to a complete stranger on Twitter. Or a gushing one. I’ve been guilty of both.
Lately I’ve been wondering what purpose I serve on Twitter, and it’s sobering. I think it’s not much different from the purpose I serve in ‘real life’. It’s just so tempting to feel as if I’m part of the Great Conversation and blather on.
I’ve been pausing before tweeting, and I think somehow, that it’s better to wait until I’ve thought it over before speaking my mind. Not that I’m afraid to. Speak my mind, that is. If there’s anywhere where the air is cluttered with EVERYONE speaking their mind, it’s Twitter.
But back to my purpose. I want to be a force for good, to friends and enemies. So for now, restraint. In the grand scheme of things my voice doesn’t count for much but it does count. You don’t get away with anything. Everything matters. Every Tweet adds up, and I don’t want to be a Twitter Litter