It was odd.
Usually, I have a laugh here and there, but early Monday night for a period of twenty to twenty-five minutes, I smiled and chuckled the entire time.
It was refreshing, and well, for lack of a better term, nice.
For a brief moment in time, Twitter was not filled with the “look at me”, “follow me”. “please empathize with my latest crisis” comments.
I was for a short time, talking with people who were not only having fun, but making sense as well, and…
No drama or theatrics!!
I dug it. And seriously, I have mixed feelings about Twitter. I both love it and hate it.
I enjoy talking to folks in near real time about stuff from the empirical to the existential, and the silly to the sublime provided we’re just having fun, and yet…
Twitter is also a Junior High School playground fraught with jealousy, hurt feelings, and turf wars. Yeah, that aspect makes me sick and one I constantly try to
Amongst the less than adult, but more than juvenile fun I was having with some new friends last night, I was inspired…
A new found Twitter friend, Kathy, quit smoking at noon on January 15th. Beginning March 9th (Ash Wednesday) I will begin my annual Lenten struggle and refrain from smoking for 46 days.
After that, hopefully I shall never smoke again…be it Lent or not, ‘cause, well…I ain’t really Catholic.
The odds are against me.
Just as Ryno’s mom asked me what my layoff meant for HER, Schmoop asked me what my impending non-smoking meant for HER.
Obviously, all my sorrows and sacrifices will be carried solely by the Holy Baby Jeebus and me, alone or together…or whatever…or…you know what I mean.
But as much as (and I don’t know how) Charlton Heston (Dead) rebuked the advances of Anne Baxter (uber hot) in The Ten Commandments, so come March 9th shall I rebuke tobacco.
So let it be written; so let it be done.