Everyday I ask my self why do I bother with social media? Why do I have a Twitter account? I’m not a rockstar. I haven’t published anything. I am an amateur photographer, and have a no frills WordPress blog. I do everything the gurus tell me to do: I
- Use hooks
- Blog regularly
- Follow back
- Tweet links, photos, have a Paper.li,
And yet I am a fraction of a quark.
Twitter is bad for my self-esteem.
Unless you are in the camp of the social media gurus, big star musicians/artists, famous founders/ entrepreneurs of successful companies, high Klout score tweeps- whatever that means…
Twitter might be bad for your self esteem too.
How do I know this? Because I’ve experienced it. I work in psychiatry, I once upon a time was a teenager in public school, and I’ve raised three kids. I get Self-Esteem.
Do you feel alone, faceless, passed over? Have you cried when a troll tweeted a terribly rude comment directly at you, for all the twittersphere to see? Have you felt dejected because your fav band, artist, author, colleague never acknowledges, retweets or follows you?
Does it seem like all your followers are eggs, fake celebrities, f-bomb droppers, tweeps who don’t speak your language?
I say Twitter is a self-esteem mutilator and reminds me of high school. A place I tried so hard to fit in, but never could. God, it was brutal. And Twitter can be brutal, if you let it.
So don’t let it.
Get your self-esteem boosts by living in the real world, not the twitter universe. Tweet to lift up others, and you’ll find yourself lifted too.
Surround yourself with those you love, who love you. Be in the presence of real people. Get out, enjoy your life. It’s a vapor that is fleeting.
If you find a real friend or connection on twitter, consider yourself lucky. I am lucky. But more than that, I am blessed. Twitter is what it is and I’ll use it my way: to share nuggets of truth, inspiration, fun things with you.
I won’t pretend to fit in. Because I don’t. And it’s ok.