TWITTER RESPECT ON SOCIAL MEDIA

Twitter respect is what you get with certain posts.

I ought to say ‘X Respect’ but I’ve been there since 2009, so twitter.

And I get no respect. Why?

Because I don’t engage.

Other big accounts engage the hell out of it, addressing outrageous claims and observations.

My take is this: Do the writing work, not the shit slinging to see what sticks.

As a blogger with what’s become a legacy blog, the work has to stand on its own.

I post for the general good, to the general good,  knowing that social media isn’t interested in the ‘general good’ as much as a screamer claiming social media has ruined their life.

Maybe it’s an age difference, or having kids, or being married?

Those are the standards of my ‘authentic life.’

Or maybe it’s because I coached youth sports for ten years.

I call it twenty years since I ran two teams each season for my kids and their pals.

One of them is a sports writer I see on twitter. (Hey David, good work.)

Part of my coaching was behavior based. Their behavior, not mine.

I encouraged all of them to join the high school wrestling team for at least one year when they got old enough to .

There’s nothing more humbling than the Loser’s Walk in front of a crowd after a match goes wrong.

Then watching others do it and slowly realizing it’s part of the walk of life.

One kid from my youth teams gave it a shot for one practice and knew it wasn’t for him. (Hey Alex)

I count that as a victory since he showed some interest.

Truth to tell, I would have been a one practice guy if not for the coaching.

Bad coaching don’t show athletes how to sticki; good coaching gives them reasons to stick.

I stayed to get even with the sport after a shaky start: I was disqualified from my first tournament for cussing.

A kid I was about to pin said he couldn’t breath, I said, “tough shit.”

The whistle blew, match stopped, and I was ejected from the mat, the stands, the building.

It made me wonder of the guy was evicting me from my house, too.

Lesson Learned: if a guy can talk while you have him wrapped up like a boa constrictor, he’s not choking.

Bigger Lesson: Shut the fuck up.

 

Twitter Success = Shit Talking Fear

Did I mention being married to a world class trash talker who says she’s just trying to keep up with me?

If she was on titter she’d have a million followers compared to my meager account of eight hundred.

I tell her I write boomerpdx to avoid social media manners and interactions, like answering back.

If I do answer back it’s on comments about a blog post I’ve written instead of shit talking disingenuously.

For instance, I posted about my dog’s birthday and our time together with pictures through her life.

A nice lady tweeted back and I answered as one dog person to another. (Hey Angela)

And then?

 

Them: I have followed you. I will reply to your private message about the question you asked. As a woman,

 

Me: That’s nice, but I didn’t send a message other than our dialog.

As a man I don’t send messages to online women, or offline women; as a woman I wouldn’t either.

Thanks for the follow and a blog inspiration. Lawyer says: Never ask a question you don’t know the answer to.