I locked my Twitter account. The brew-ha-ha over first date twittersode had local high school (as in the one my kids attend) students following me by the droves.
So I locked my account, which is pathetic as I don’t even lock my home or car or, obviously, my mouth. I didn’t block my own kid; it’s the only way I can preach and know she’s listening.
But yesterday, I was accosted in town by a high school swim team entourage with a constant barrage of disbelief:
Which answers my question, I guess.
But I struggle, because I like that these kids follow and laugh and realize that adults aren’t the freaks they think we are (for the most part. Lots of freaks out there; lots.)
It must be a bit like peeking behind the curtain at the Wizard of Oz and finding out the parents in town are not, in fact, all knowing beings, but instead just smoke and mirrors, trying to the best we can with what we’ve got.
Which is a locked Twitter account.
Do I stay locked and turn away twitter greatness? Or do I edit followers on a block-by-block basis? But these kids are sneaky, and I don’t always know who they are. Most are blatantly dumb-asses, with real names, avatars, and school. But some are quite clever, and I like that.
To which I say, if you can outsmart whatever you’re trying to outsmart, you deserve whatever it is you’re seeking.
In this case, a foul-mouthed mom.
For readers with teeny tiny tots instead of a house full of hormonal teens you are trying desperately to save from serious couch time as adults yet still be invited to Thanksgiving dinner, you may not understand this dilemma now, but you soon will. Promise.
What to do? Do I lock or block? Or do I just let them listen in and watch the show? What do you do?