Confessions

Hi, my name is Ishi Emi and I'm a Twitter addict. I spend all my days and all my nights on Twitter. I fall asleep with Twitter in my hands. When I wake up at night I must check my Twitter no matter how tired I am. I must check Twitter before I can go back to sleep. It's been 2 seconds since I checked my Twitter last and I feel a need to check again very soon. Hm, let me see... ... ... okay, done! Moving on.

I did a "spring cleaning" on my oldest account. Only following accounts that followed me back or have too good tweets to get rid of. I need material to retweet, don't I? Having a lot of free space I started to follow people from my other accounts, as many as Twitter limits allowed. I did this late at night which would prove to be a mistake. Notifications of new followers were insane, frequent buzzing kept me from sleeping. I gained 300 new followers in 24 hours most of them during the first hours. Undeniably funny and pleasing because numbers do count, don't they?

I went to mention this Twitter success to my boyfriend, very warily knowing he's not too impressed with my numbers obsession. Threats have actually been made of calling dr Phil... On my way to share my wonderful news with him I stumbled across his latest posting on Instagram and I was reminded of what's really important. The people we love and care about. He's been telling me this all a long, but well numbers... they are there for a reason. To make us hunt for more followers and lager numbers... Hey, I am a Twitter addict.

My numbers obsession was challenged by my boyfriends posting on Instagram, though. It was a picture I had given him, but what really made me forget everything else was the caption... Honestly, words cannot describe what he means to me... My intention with this post was not to get all lovvy dovvy, but... ... ...

Anyway.

I start to talk about Instagram and he assumes I'm talking about my account with my photos and poems. Even though this wasn't what I meant, as I explained above, it made me think. His assumption made me understand something I hadn't really thought about... Of course he's what's most important in my life, as well as my amazing friends, but I realized that my Instagram account definitely is more important than Twitter. I don't have many followers and I don't care about the numbers. Maybe this gives the impression my Instagram doesn't matter to me, but that's wrong. My photos on Instagram, my poems on Instagram, that's me. All me. Twitter isn't.

In the beginning of my time on Twitter I used it mainly to promote my blog. Not this one but the one I had/have under my first Internet alias. Somewhere down the line I got caught up in the Twitter games. I forgot about these other things, the things that are me. Instead I started retweeting other people. Other peoples photos, because obviously they are better than mine. I am an amateur and I only have my phone and tablet. Of course a 500 megapixel camera takes better pictures. Other peoples poems and quotes because they have a message I can relate to. Something that speaks to my heart or my soul, challenging the thoughts in my head.

During my "spring cleaning" I found a tweet: "Be a voice, not an echo!" I instantly retweeted, realizing a retweet is nothing but an echo. And that I need to find my own voice again...


This... is the real me