Well guess what,!YES! the theme of the effect of twitter on me. Ho hum. I had no network connection for my phone, so I couldn't do the usual thing. Reverted to brief snatches in Internet cafes in Kilarney. "Anoder friggin twitter freak are ye? Feck. Yer'd better have dat one, it's got its own loo"
But then - this meant more contact with our family in Kerry. And I realised; the last time I've had any days without twitter, was during November 2010. I had joined twitter on the 14th November, at 21:16 hours. I was sipping a can of Holstein Pils, was wearing my pink tutu as I recall.
This twitter fast actually felt good. Also I think, feeling good from great contact we had with our family there. All the cousins got -on famously, as they always do. Bro in Law and I played guitar; Sal and her Sis sang like angels, we drank, we laughed, soo lovely.
And then visiting that gorgeous country, as you might imagine, priceless. Only the first day was it its usual brooding damp mystical, lowering clouds and all -then after, days of glorious weather. The locals kept scratching their heads in puzzlement, pointing excitedly to that strange bright thing in the sky.
Then as we travelled, and visited the land; the Dingle peninsular, lovely Inch beach, there you all were. Some in particular, commenting in my mind, that internal chatterer psyche- me, conversing with the resident installed and staying resident twitter- folk carved in synaptic traces.
So the quality of the internal chat before last November? Actually not very happy traces, old hurts and angers, chronic gripes with friends family and customers, stress of work, money, house structure and other droppings.
So the new synaptic, twitter induced traces, such a relief from the usual stream -a case for therapy -but is twitter that therapy?
A recent session I had with a therapist was suspicious of twitter -or my intensive relationship with it. She was assessing me for a CBT referral from a internal nuclear event in 2008.
I've given up the anti depressants, they knacker my libido, and keep me in some soma stable, reduce my anger, but blunt that edge too. So I'm taking a risk, my GP would disapprove, but the last young psychiatrist thought it could work as a trial. he left the service but I'm following his advice. Also the threads on twitter, the debate about the efficacy of anti depressants, Taking the chance, taking the ableness of my response skill. Love the free energy of doing that -avoiding my family and friends well intentioned smotherings.
So are we just electro -chemical events at the synaptic cleft? I got a lot of accolades from fellow students from constructing that one when doing psychology years back. Oh, I did I mention I've got a BSc 2:1 honours and a MSc in psychology? Wanna see the certificates? Oh go on! So egotistically proud of that. Ah lovely. But it mattered squat -all, when I imploded! irony perhaps.
But I digress, undress my followers, let me see your droppings. Oo no! OK, put back yer fancy fantasy avatars; back on I say -your nakedness, like mine really, so seen it; worn the marketing poster -shall we do a DVD? lets film it in Kerry!
