[The following is a repost from about a year ago, an oldie but goodie with a few added thoughts, enjoy]
A little while back, Twitter quietly enabled a feature to download your own archives, every tweet you have ever sent there at your disposal. Now I’m an admitted Twitter lover, I’ve had mines for over 4 years (5 now), about 30,000 tweets (41,000 which is about 8000 year, 21 a day, thats actually not THAT bad) to my credit. It also serves as a snapshot of my life, my words, my thoughts as I grew and mature. Some of it, I look back and laugh, others merely shake my head. Notably a very public spat with “Her” that wasn’t a good look for either of us. As time progressed and Twitter itself became more popular, more people I knew in real life started logging on and naturally I dialed back a little. Not that I was essentially being someone that I was not, but rather there were traits I rather not have highlighted. When I started this blog, I was going to make an accompanying twitter account but I thought better of it. Like Facebook and Twitter before it, I didn’t want to once again have to worry about censorship or saying things here I would have to explain later. I feel we are all entitled to some sort of privacy, something that’s is all but lost in a social media era.
So there’s a girl, let’s call her “Special”, (met a new girl, shes not as special but ironically the same convo came up, as for Special, idk we just….stopped.) Anyway, now me and special are talking, she mentions something on instagram,
“Are you on instagram”
“What’s your name”
I mean she could’ve been more specific, but seriously there is a method to my madness. Any person I’m considering seriously dating, complete social media blackout, don’t friend, follow, poke, like, tag, me. I don’t have anything to hide but there’s nothing for you to see. This was an easier sell than I even thought, perhaps because by now we all know somebody who has or personally have had a relationship end because of social media. People are flirts, keyboard gangsters, their profiles are able to be access but hundreds or even thousands *fixes tie* of people, no one wants to embarrassed, that high road looks a little too high for my taste. Ultimately she agreed. It was too easy….maybe she has something to hide. (New girl only has professional social accounts, or so she says)
That’s what makes this a double edged sword. Who knows what she posts? Who knows if she just gonna just be Googling me anyway? If she finds something she doesn’t like can I get off per the 4th amendment? To answer my own questions, I don’t care. I don’t need to see thirsty negroes posting “damn ma” on her pictures (okay I might’ve snuck a peek and it wasn’t me it was a friend who wanted to see who she was). I don’t say anything on my social networks that would get me in trouble and everyone knows women don’t believe in illegal search and seizure, will break in your house, steal your tablet and then have something to say about a Facebook message she saw.
Perhaps privacy should’ve always been the alternative, “She” was on all my sites and every tweet felt like I was on the first episode of “Martin”, I told “Miss” about the blog as my friend, now she’s a jilted lover who loves to hate to love to hate reading. Exes before that had the passwords and everything. Social media blackout….this might could work.