This evening, at 8.30 pm, I decided to sign up for Twitter. It supposedly is the thing to do, when you have a blog. I regretted it within 10 seconds of signing up. It started with Twitter suggesting I chose Signe89617871 as a username, because that is so easy to remember.
Instead I tried CreativeSigne, taken, CreaSigne, taken, SigneCreative, taken and so was allnamestaken, forfuckssake and nousername. I settled on CreativeSigneD. Which has me crying already. It’s this thing from my past. When I was a young a spunky teenager I signed everything with SigneD. Because my last name begins with a D. Gosh, I was so clever and had such a great sense of humor… You can find me hiding in the basement.
Then I had to find five people to follow. The only person among all the suggestions from Twitter I recognised was my brother. Tick! But Twitter would not leave it at that. No no. You have to find 4 other people. No graduation to the next level on unless you do. I cannot say I was ready for that challenge, but I guess I grew fast.
I have a feeling that I am going to fuck this up so badly (I have to swear). It does not look like something I will get comfortable with in two seconds. I have been looking at the thing saying “@CreativeSigneD hasn’t tweeted yet” thinking: wooptidoo. Hurdle number one. Should I go for: “Hey! My first tweet” or maybe “Here we go! I’m officially on Twitter!” – WHY did I think this was a good idea?
It will come to me, I’m sure. Right now I can’t find the space where I’m supposed to write the tweet. Hang in there and be patient… (she said to herself).