I've always wondered what tweeters -- ACTIVE tweeters -- are like in person. How does a full conversation play out with these people? And do they ever make eye contact with the person they're (supposedly) talking to?
The most probable answer is:
All active social media-ists are near non-existent in reality.
You choose your own platform in life, I suppose.
My platform has become this very couch I'm sitting on.
2% cotton and whatnot, 98% love.
You could say that this couch represents the way I choose to live life now. It's comfortable and doesn't judge me for who I am, or what I happen to not be able to do.
It also allows me to watch A LOT of TV, in full pyjama gear.
To slouch down and write diary updates about LIFELIFE and everything I want to stop thinking about.
To relax. To eat. To give and receive hugs.
Since stress and sadness and war and hate and jealousy and angst and delayed homework and societal pressure and general OCD is near inevitable; get a nice couch.
Your couch loves you.
Too bad it's not ACTUALLY my couch.
I need to make videos.