Saturday, February 2, 2008

People of the Void...speak up!

It took me a while, it did. And I like to think of myself as a web 2.0 savvy kinda gal, usually I pick up on things like this pretty quickly - but Twitter was slow in coming. For a long time, even after hearing about this cool new way to express my every mundane (or worse, incoherent) move and thought, I couldn't imagine why anyone would really want to know.

But finally I broke down, gave in, and signed up. On my first visit, I was basically hollering into a big black Void - not much to say, no one specific to say it to. Kind of desperate, actually. Tried it again the next day - and realized that most of what other people write is incoherent (strangely reassuring) - but they all seemed like they knew they had an audience of real people out there, people who would actually care what they were saying and respond, personally. Although for the life of me, I still don't really know how SO MANY people have SO MUCH time to stop what they're doing and shout it out to the People of the Void.

And tonight I saw the light. It's about having someone else listen (even if it's just an anonymous Void or people we don't really even know) to what we have to say. The days go by so quickly, so many thoughts rush through our heads at any given moment - some are lost as fast as they came, and others we'd really like to share. It doesn't really matter who we share them with - as long as we know they haven't gone unrecognized. Our tidbits of wisdom, insight, and wonder make us a kind of immortal (even if only for a few minutes) among a legion of followers. Some trivial, some really significant. Does it matter as long as someone is listening? And better yet, the People of the Void are responding....what a teeny tiny place the world becomes.

So who knew that the People of the Void around the world would be so eager to share those thoughts and experiences? (although some we would truly be better off not knowing!) The popularity of Twitter is proof that all we really want is to be heard and to share what we know. Most of the time, apparently, it doesn't really matter what we're saying. But we're there.

Got to go tweet now...

Hmmm...a song to go with this post? "Message in a Bottle" by the Police seems strangely appropriate:
Walked out this morning, dont believe what I saw
A hundred billion bottles washed up on the shore
Seems I'm not alone at being alone
A hundred billion castaways, looking for a home
Ill send an s.o.s. to the world - I hope that someone gets my- Message in a bottle, yeah

1 comment:

Ziva said...

I am one of your people of the void... and yes, I like what you write...