Rachael McGimpsey · @raeme67
21st Dec 2011 from Twitlonger
I think I am funny. Problem is nobody else does. I am not a “wild and Crazy” kind of funny like the younger Steve Martin on SNL, more of a humorous funny, like the older Steve Martian in “Father of the Bride.” Only I am not a man. Maybe it is more Like Erma Bombeck, but since it has been a few decades since her heyday, I use the Steve Martin analogy, even if it does not quite fit, obviously he is a success and I am not.
My twitter page is hilarious, at least to me. I have 2 followers and one is my husband, I still keep going back. I really need therapy. The happiest day of my present life is when I no longer had to reply to my own tweets. A real live person, besides my husband and he only re- tweeted, I think he has given up on the whole twitter thing, responded to my tweet. I hope we can keep this up or depression will creep back in. Do you tweeters out there really want to be responsible for me going on heavy medication?
What scares me most about the whole twitter business is that I can not figure out why it depresses me so, that complete strangers do not want to follow me. This goes against all my conventional upbringing. Stay away from strangers. This is what my mom always told me. I think that implies that you do not seek strangers out and beg them to: “notice me, I am funny, dang it!”
Maybe, I want my 15 seconds of fame. But, I do not think so. I just want someone to say, “She is funny” I want Validation. A response. Something!