My name is Jane and I am a twitter. It is already addictive. I have attempted a tweet today for the very first time and made links that I didn't think I had! I had a sense of extreme foolishness when having spied Stephen Fry's twittering I joined in - and then thought I was adding something for more general consumption only to find out it had landed back in his dialogue box. The process is addictive even in embarrassment, but I was astonished by the intensity of the feeling I experienced when I realised my error. Can I tweet without everything going to Stephen Fry? (Sounds like a possible title for a play????) It is weird but also strangely wonderful that the incredible Mr Fry can cast a glance over my 100+ characters. In reality, I felt awfully humiliated when my anouncement that I was well on with the Sun pome appeared.
I was astonished by my depth of feeling. I felt as though I went physically cold all over; my eyes were shut before I realised; I felt thoroughly disassociated. It was nothing - why such a sudden and really quite violent sensation? I suspect I have tapped something deeply set in my psyche. I relaxed and tried to discern what the current scenario reminded me of - nothing came except something happened when I was very young (no prizes for insight there). Whatever it was it was humiliating - and clearly involved someone a little girl desperately wanted to impress.
Stephen Fry isn't just an astonishlingly talented person - he is also a person to admire for his straightforwardness as much as anything - and his effervessing articulateness. So I feel a bit of a pratt - but hey - if I don't experiment I won't find out how to enjoy the web even more - and also gain some much needed critiques of my poetry.
Hey I can justify anything when I really try!!!
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