Dear everybody who @replied me on Twitter since July 2008, I didn’t get your messages. I repeat, I did not get your messages because I can’t understand even the most pared-down social networking service. It’s a form of Online Autism, actually, so you can’t make fun of me.
For all you non-Twitterers, this is a bit of a faux pas. It would be like ignoring your e-mail or all of the comments on your blog for six months. Like that. Here’s the thing, I didn’t realize there was a separate folder or whatever for @replies. When I first started with Twitter, all those messages got dumped onto my home page, I swear to God. Then, round about June, it got very quiet around here. Every once in a while I’d wonder why I never heard from anyone ever again. I just assumed everybody hated me. (And now they do. Thanks, Twitter!)
It’s been nice to catch up and read all of the messages, trying to remember the context. I’m touched that anyone continued to interact with my unresponsive self. I mean, no guarantees that I would have responded if I had read them, but, you know, I might have at least brought it up in conversation when I saw you later on that day.
I wonder what else Twitter has hiding over there in the right hand column? And, no, to respond to a bunch of you all at once, I didn’t actually ride my bike to Costco that time. Sheesh. (I walked.)