Tweet

I'm being followed.  On Twitter.  Despite the fact that I had only "tweeted" twice, the last time being months ago, I received an email recently that some guy was following me.  Maybe he figures that after months of inactivity I'm due.  Now, I feel the need to tweet...something...anything.  I know he's likely following lots of people and won't notice if I tweet or not.  Still, I can't shake the image of him sitting there, looking at a blank screen, waiting....for me.

This morning, I decided to make his day.  I decided to tweet.  First, I needed to reset the password on my Twitter account since I couldn't remember it.  Once I was loggged on, I made my tweet.  I let my follower know that I saw a movie last night and I enjoyed it.  I'm sure he'll be happy to know that.

I sent my tweet and in less than five minutes I received an email notifying me that someone else was now following me.  Good grief!  Now, I have two souls to feed.  I wondered if the movie tidbit would suffice for the new follower or if I should add another tweet, just in case.  I wasn't going to, but I just couldn't leave him with nothing.  I threw out another tweet, mentioning that I needed to update this blog.  Two tweets on the same day, a veritable flurry of activity compared to my idle past.

Within minutes, I received another email about yet another follower.  Like crows watching a corn crib, they latch onto any kernel that falls.  "He's fed us before, maybe he'll do it again!"

I don't think these people should be following me.  I'm really not that interesting.