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Thursday, July 24, 2008

She's says I need help: well duh, that's why I pay you lady!

I have a bit of an obsessive personality. I knew that already, but my therapist told me that this morning. I was telling her about blogging again and how much I've missed it and about my new love for Twitter. Because, my lovely friends, I am in love with twitter. I checked it all day yesterday. I've resisted getting updates sent to my phone (at least for right now), just because I'm afraid I may over do it and everyone will un-follow me. I have even sent tweets to some people who don't follow me. I hope I'm not breaking some kind of unwritten Twitter rule or something.

The truth is, I get all into something when it's new. When iTunes first came out, I had to download everything in sight. I was on it all the time. When IM'ing first came out, I was in love with it and I wanted to chat on it all day. Then it was texting on my Crackberry and the wii....oh I love the wii. I'm still addicted to the wii. When I first gave it to Logan for Christmas, we spent hours the first night playing wii bowling and making the fugly-ist mii's possible. The next day I couldn't move my right arm at all.

Now it's Twitter. I'm willing to admit, I'm in love with Twitter. Hi, my name is Issa and I'm addicted to Twitter. What will happen is in a few weeks, I'll still love it, but I'll get over the addiction part. Then I won't feel the need to check it all day.

Or at least that's what I told my therapist. She wasn't all that impressed with my explanation. Truth is, I've always been like this. Do any of you remember when I professed my love for orange chicken from Panda Express? Well I got over it. I love something until I don't and then I just like it. It's a part of who I am. It's a part of me that I'm not overly bothered by in the least. Everyone who knows me, knows that I'm like this. Doesn't seem to be a problem for them. Everyone has their quirks, right?

For my therapist, it's a sign of something greater. But I guess in a way, that's her job to tell me how crazy I am. I tell you this, for this reason alone...if I start to bug you too much on Twitter, just know it's a sign that I super-dup like you. That and I'm freaking bored. But if I get too overbearing, just let me know.

Truly, this was the best therapy session I've ever been too. I spent the whole time explaining my quirks and talking about all of you. Even though she things I'm nuttier than I was before, at least it was fun for me. There was no sobbing involved and that's a great thing in my world. So rock on Twitter!!


Anonymous said...

I'm sorry, but I can't Twitter you. I've taken a stand and I'm not adding ANYTHING ELSE to my online commitments. I'll friend you on MySpace, or on Facebook. I'll add you as a friend on my Flickr account. I'll comment on your blog. But I just can't sign up for one more virtual responsibility...

...but it's becoming harder and harder to resist as some of my favorite people cave and join up...

debra said...

lol - I spent some time on the Twitter honeymoon as well. Trust me, the giddy squeals subside after about a week and it is easier to step away. :)

flybunny said...

You obviously haven't gotten the whale of death (as opposed to the blue screen of death). I love twitter to but is rather petulant and often eats my tweets but oh well, it is free and allows me to post my random thoughts.