I was doing too much.
I wanted to show to myself mainly, that being a middle aged sister does not translate into being media illiterate. Often, the young people think we midlifers are babes when it comes to social media, and are unable to progress past that baby stage.
Well I’m smart, dammit! And I can GET social media. It’s not rocket science, after all. Tell that to some of these youngsters. Anyway, I went on and got my FB wall, and a couple of FB pages attached to them. Then I got my Twitter account. Twitter is so cool, because it allows one to hob nob with celebrities. I spoke with Mark Anthony Neal, managed to get Toure to retweet me (it was a shout out to him), and talked with Honoree Fanonne Jeffers aka Black Library Girl, and even got Beverly Johnson to follow me (she did it of her own accord). I even got into a little tiff with Kola Boof! How about that?
So if a little bit of this social media stuff is good then a lot has got to be better, right? I was beginning to have a little trouble keeping up with all the comments. Can’t miss the opportunity to throw a wonderful quip at Mark Anthony Neal on Twitter, in case he happened to speak to me, now can I? But at the same time what if somebody was answering one of my own wise quips on Facebook, and I missed it? I’m flipping back and forth between the comments, the answers, the Face Book DMs, the Twitter DMs! (DM=Direct Message)
It’s beginning to overwhelm…just a tad.
Then a blogger friend told me about TweetDeck, a social media “dashboard” that brings all social media together in one place. But I also found out about HootSuite, which is bigger and badder than TweetDeck.
So, of course I signed up for Hootsuite. With this contraption, I can view all of my social media at once. I can read every one of my timelines from one place. I will never have to flip back and forth between my blogs, FB and Twitter. I will never miss anything anybody says, ever again! So much POWAH! Plus, one can tell if you are a part of the HootSuite click because each little tweet has a little Owl Avi as a signature at the bottom. I can know if you sent your tweet by Android, Tweetdeck, your blog, or the mighty HootSuite. (The little Owl Avi is so cute too).
I am now an omnipotent social media goddess! I know ALL! Snap! I’ve got the POWAH! Only one problem.
I didn’t need to know all. Too many people were actually talking about crap. A lot where talking about junk, many were stuck on politics 24-7 (literally). Some where actually talking about stuff I’m interested in. Most of the time, they were folks whose blogs I followed in the first place, or whose blogs I could start following. If I could compare the HootSuite experience to real life, it felt like being in a huge stadium filled with all kinds of people shouting over and at each other. I could see my friends from time to time, and holler a greeting at them over all the noise.
The noise. That right there. That constant noise quickly started affecting my spirit. Yet I could Not NOT keep my ear open in case a friend should say something important. And so I continued with this HootSuite madness. And as I continued, my strength was sapped. I stopped reading a lot of my blog friends. I didn’t have a desire left to read anything. Yet automatically I’d flip on to HootSuite. It was crazy.
Inevitably and thankfully, I started to slip in my HootSuite. I decided to delete alot of folks who I wasnt interested in. But I hoped they wouldn’t delete me, because my numbers were quickly rising. I almost got up to 200 followers! Which isnt 6,000,000 like Kim K, but anyways.
Day after day, week after week, month after month. This HootSuite was wearing me out, and began to be less and less important. I’d flip it on first thing but often I’d stray from it to do other stuff. I wasn’t so interested in what I might miss. Mark Anthony Neal’s quips became less important to me. He blogs and Tumblrs anyways. When you turn on HootSuite and leave it for more than an hour, it goes into sleep mode. When you come back to it, you’ll see a cute little sleeping Owl, chiding you for having left him alone for so long. He tells you: Well, you left me for so long, that I decided to take a nap. There’s something alluring about him that makes you want to click him to wake him back up.
I don’t need all this drama from an Owl.
The whole thing is a trip, and I’m a little tired of it. I’m coming back to blogging and reading my friend’s blogs. I don’t need to prove nothing to youngsters. I’m hip, I’m cool, I’m smart, and I don’t need HootSuite to prove that.
Imma let the little Owl sleep for a while.
- HootSuite Can Help You Manage Your Time (balancinglifetips.wordpress.com)
- Social Media Tsunami – How To Manage It All (digitalbrandmarketing.com)
- This month, I cannot live without: HootSuite (marketingwithshackles.wordpress.com)
- Addicted to Social Media? HootSuite is for you. [#socialsjsu] (jprastrullo.wordpress.com)