I tweet, therefore I am?

Okay, so all the kids are doing it...right?

No, not drugs, not sex (hell, I've never done either of those) and not drinking (I HAVE done that).  I'm talking about tweeting, you know, Twitter.  Oh, don't roll your eyes at me.  It's consoling, interesting, can be very funny, and unbelievably refreshing to someone who spends a lot of time by herself.  I have met some really cool people there, with some amazing stories: the conflict toughened lab tech who is a rabid Ryback fan (compared to her, I am no fan at all); the mom with an awful story that bloomed a beautiful human being (also a Ryback fan); the music man that is a bit of horn-dog but a really good guy at heart (surprise, a Ryback fan).  There's a running theme here, ya know.

I can feed my love for all things Ryback, my conservative inclinations, get an immense amount of support and indulge in my ornery side...all in the same place.  Twitter has shrunk the world down into an Android phone I hold in the palm of my hand, or the desktop sitting in my office.  Evenings are spent traveling everywhere without leaving home, trailing behind fantastic people who know me only by my personality and my typing skills.  Twitter is an amazing yet frightening thing.

I have to admit, I was a doubter like most people.  Put yourself out there for all the world to 'see'?  Nah, not for me, but Facebook, it's like a gateway drug.  Soon you need more, so you blog.  Then that isn't enough, and you sign up for Twitter...Ooooo!  Next thing you know, I'll be on Linkedin and it's all downhill from there.

I have come to really like that little core group of Rybackers.  We have become a virtual family.  We cheer.  We bitch.  We post pics.  We have running gags.  We counsel.  We cajole.  We tease.  We support.  I have come to count on my interactions with them to keep me in touch with the world around me, regardless of where they are.  I find them interesting, remarkable, wonderful, funny, supportive...virtual friends much like my Redneck Sisterhood.  It wouldn't be much of a stretch to say I love them all for what they bring to my life.  They make me feel like someone out there loves me for being me...as much of a knucklehead as I am.  

They are so many in our growing family of fans, from Egypt to Trinidad, Canada and the USA.  I love tweeting with them (140 spaces or less, please).  Mondays & Fridays are a big night to gather around the 'table' and cheer on our favorite wrestler (yep, you guessed it, Ryback).  We make contact most evenings, discuss the day, anything new and exciting, new and scary, new and naughty.  Occasionally, someone needs a shoulder to weep on, an ear to complain to or a need to share something or someone new that has come into their life.  We take it in and dispense advice, support...friendship...across the digital miles.  

I am grateful and excited to know these people.  They are a testament of all the places and things we humans can survive, that we can do, when the need arises (yeah, arises...snicker at that one, Music Man!).  

I think I'm gonna be tweeting for years to come.