Hello.
It’s been a while since I’ve used the social microblogging website known amongst yourselves as Twitter. The last time I posted a tweet was almost a year ago, just before 2012 kicked in. Ironically, 2011 was the last time I tweeted and when written backwards, 1102, is my total number of tweets as of December 31, 2012. Fancy that irrelevant fact.
Hovering over on Facebook, there was some activity on my timeline but hardly any output from me. I approved a friend request from an officemate; a high school friend asked me to like a certain photo for a contest; another asked me for a job referral; a college friend expressed a rant; two college friends greeted me for my birthday though one was a week premature but nonetheless much appreciated; and I started working in UP as a lecturer.
Somehow, I got this feeling that 2011 ended so well that I wanted to carry it on to 2012. It was the idea of holding on to those memories that made me “stop” and get away while it was good. I didn’t want to spoil them. It was like locking myself in a years-worth of Twitter jail sentence even though I’ve only learned of the actual Twitter Jail months after. But the more I held on to those thoughts, the more I realized how real connections mattered more. I didn’t want to lose myself in a plethora of insincere ramblings.
And yet here I am, asking myself to get back, sounding like a complete twat. If only all of these are illusions. They’re only what I make them to be.
Thank you. Goodbye.
