Because I was too lazy to put on my reading glasses, and it was night time, I had difficulties trying to post a “selfie” on Facebook of moi in Central Park( a “selfie” being one of those narcissistic self portraits documenting our every move, and now officially recognized as a new word of the year by Oxford Dictionaries). By accident I pressed some function on my twitter account(hey the icons are both blue and white) and managed to invite all of my contacts that have ever existed to follow my tweets, even if I’ve deleted them years ago.
Over the last week I’ve been getting back these apologetic responses from old uncles and long lost friends, politely declining the tweeting invite.
The sad thing is, I really don’t tweet or even know what to tweet. And even if I did no one would notice cause I’m not that famous. Certainly not famous like Richard Branson or Sarah Silverman, who are the only tweets I follow. But a weekend ago, I felt pretty famous, and I didn’t even need to tweet.
