I have not written on my blog for awhile and really felt the need to express what is in my head !
So here I am writing about my experiences in the Melbourne twitter community.
I have been on twitter since early 2007. Up until last year I used it as a communication tool for education. However thanks to a few people I decided to start using twitter as a means of changing and reflecting on myself. About a year ago I was in a horrible relationship and to be honest I used twitter to meet new people. I already had wonderful friends that were on twitter such as @middleclassgirl, @jokay, @deangroom, @alupton and @kerryank, I assumed that everyone would be as lovely as these people. I started to chat to an @andrewsayer who made me laugh so much. One night I organised to meet this man with @middleclassgirl by my side I started my online adventures. That was an interesting night to say the least but it gave me a little bit courage to meet others. So from that about a month passed and I was talking to @andrewsayer at least twice a day when he invited me to a @mtub (www.mutb.org) I had never been to anything by myself before and was nervous as hell. However from my experiences with the online world I thought that it would be as friendly as my other experiences had been.
So I dressed up and arrived one Friday night to a Pirate mtub. I got there early (very characteristic of me) and I felt like I had walked into a closed club everyone knew each other, one person invited me to sit down @mcornetto and I began to chat and relax. There were a few people there who refused to introduce themselves and just stuck to themselves. Then I met the lovely Cheng who was new to all of this as well. I have to mention Fiz who took me for a walk and actually got to know some things about me ! The night progressed and I will admit I fell in love with @andrewsayer. That caused a little bit of grief because he was “old twitter crew” and here I was some new thing hanging around. My arrival caused tears from one girl who had a crush on Sayer (yes I have the DM’s and facebook messages to prove that) and it caused me to make a few enemies straight away.
See I think the community is wonderful as long as no one steps on toes but I came in fell in love and stepped on toes. I was subjected to backstabbing, emails and sms’s about me. I did however ignore it as I was interested in Andrew. By ignoring it I would go home and cry about it whilst still seeking acceptance.
So I started dating him and began hanging with his “friends” from the twittersphere, I was an outsider, they would pull him away and ask why he was with “her” Now this was not the rule but it did feel like it was. I felt like I had to be nice to gain their acceptance when on reflection I was never going to be liked by these people. I tried and tried and went against my own morals to be liked by these people and never was. I was even forced to be nice to ex conquests of andrew’s who made it very clear that I was not liked.
So I got bitter ! I am not proud of that but I did. I began to not give a stuff about them and became one of them, I had my own loud mouthed friends and it became a bit of a sided mtub where groups would hang. Instead of worrying about the tweets mocking the new people attending I mocked the other. I became one of the Mean girls. Again although it felt like 99% of the time and people but it was really about 10%. However I made sure we were at every mtub and mistakenly thought of my followers as friends !
These people were not my or Andrew’s friends they were vultures !
My tweets in that time changed I was arrogant and attracting followers. In reflection it was not people who liked me, it was people who liked to hear about me. I was this months entertainment. I became increasingly disillusioned with the online world as I watched people hide behind fake names to insult others. Never ever have I been approached face to face with any criticism in this world, I only dealt with keyboard bravado.
So fast forward to this year. I was secure in my relationship with Andrew and realized that I am me. In about April I stopped attending mtubs and spent more time with people I loved. This did not stop certain trolls from constantly having sideways digs at things I wrote. For awhile I pretended that it did not affect me when in fact it did. Side digs constantly hurt. People hide behind the excuse “well I did not mention you by name” when it is obvious you are having a go. What their motives are to be a bitch I am not sure. I began to get really hurt by constant digs and as much as others tried to tell me to ignore it and harden up it did not stop the pain.
As a human we love acceptance and I think that for certain people in the Melbourne twittersphere they felt that they would gain more acceptance in the group if they picked on that chick that stole andrewsayer away and made him less fun in their eyes. However in some twisted sort of humour instead of ignoring me they would follow me and bait me and up until now I took that bait and became a weekly spectacle on twitter as I was teased and would lose it. I used to see this happen when I was teaching but I now know that meanness does not know age limits.
This week I hit breaking point, I had been thinking about deleting my account for about 2 months and I watched others delete their accounts and was wondering if I could do it. Then I did and the bullies won. I cried all night that I let them push me away from a medium where I loved 90% of my interaction. I then spoke to friends the next day and thought. In particular Annabel and Kerry who reflected on my changing nature and how I have grown.
I then grew up ! I restored my account and refused to worry about validation and acceptance off twitter anymore. I blocked all the negative influences I was seeing and got rid of the shit stirrers who loved to watch me lose it from their digs. Andrew and I decided we would sit down and evaluate who we allow into our online lives together.
I do not use twitter like I used to. In all honesty I used to use it to gain validation from a sea of nameless faces, I was a bit of a junky ! I enjoyed the kind words and lashed out at the horrible ones. The first thing I would do in the morning was check what the masses were saying and the last thing I would do at night was say goodnight to the sea of nameless faces. I have grown up a bit ! I am not great with words and this was sent to me and it sums up my online world thoughts:
“I personally subscribe to one ideal, in the real world and on the Internet:
99% of people that you meet/converse with are not worth the time or trouble.
The other 1% are people that you connect with, they can be honest with you (without being hurtful) and these are the ones that you hang onto, becuase these are the friends that will be there for life.
Friends who are there for life do not need to talk to you every day, they are the ones who are there for you when you most need them!”
I am lucky to have met some wonderful people and still look forward to meeting others over time but I now realise that true friends, those 1% are the ones I should be worrying about, not the 99% of noise that I have been focusing on. I find it ridiculous now that I worried about people not liking me who never took the time to get to know me. A drunken meeting at an mtub does not constitute “knowing” a person or even having the right to judge such person.
My actions have not always been fantastic but then neither have my intentions at least I am brave enough to admit when I have been a bitch ! I ask anyone out there who has had an online shot at anyone then justified to themselves by “it was not my intention” to really have a hard look at yourself. I no longer subscribe to my fix of affirmation from an online world, I write what I write and if you want to meet me then message me and I would love to get to know you. If you do not like me my advice is stop being a keyboard bully and just walk away.
A huge thanks to my friends who behind the scenes give me support and love me for who I am and have taken the time to get to know me and not rely on others perceptions.