Twitter vs. Reality

What would you say if you had more character(s)?

Wherein I use extreme amounts of literary license to respond to something called a “micro-blog,” the day after the U.S. presidential election (not sure if I need to capitalize the “p-word”. Grammarians, do your thing!).

Or, Twitter is on fire. I feel as if I must respond. And I have two accounts; if I need to use them, I will.

Or, Shouting Into the Void.

I’m a social media voyeur. I’ve never been a Dear Abby, Ann Landers, Heloise, nor Miss Manners. My friends and family generally guffaw (Don’t you just love that verb? Learned it from my Nana) at my advice. But the Twitter Literati, extra extreme devotees who troll this digital means of expressing oneself on the Interwebs, often present themselves as a convenient punching bag. I chose the day after the election to select a few random tweets — none of them from our current Tweeter-in-Chief, but several pointedly about him, or responding to him, to try to reflect how I was feeling on November 4, 2020, the National Day of Angst. Also known as the Day After Election Day.

I need to confess before I start this exercise. I have two Twitter accounts — three, if you count my “school” account, which I created when my high-schoolers spent more time on social media than paying attention to the teacher (me) in the classroom. I’m not on that one often, so don’t count it for the purposes of this exercise.