I think I’m a prime candidate to join the Grumpy Old Women team.
Now that I’m 33 and getting on a bit, I feel that I’m at the right age to share my gripes and groans with the general public.
I have many: Self check outs, cling film, headphones that always seem to get tangled no matter what you do, people that always think they’re right even when they are not, people who put empty milk cartons back in the fridge. I could go on until the cows come home.
But the one thing that really grinds my gears, that really gets my goat is social media, or to be more exact, Twitter and the way that people choose to use it.
On paper, it seems like a cracking good idea.
Jack Dorsey, Evan Williams, Biz Stone and Noah Glass – the foursome behind the microblogging site – were on to a winner when they had their lightbulb moment way back in 2006.
Sharing what’s on your mind in 140 characters or less? Can’t argue with that, can you? It allows you to keep in touch with your nearest and dearest, follow celebrities and pretend that you are actually good pals with them, and you get the chance to share the things that you care most about with your happy band of followers.
But with everything there is always a downside. There is always that one person/Twitter account that ruins it for the rest of us, eh?
You have the internet trolls who are basically the scourge of the world wide web. Why are they so mean? Perhaps they just need a hug?
And then you have the retweets and multiple tweets. By that, I mean the retweets and tweets that you see five or six times one right after each other, all in a neat tidy row. It drives me near demented. Talk about a case of history retweeting (see what I did there?).
There is nothing worse than seeing the same tweet or a link to a story clogging up my Twitter timeline and worse yet, they all come at the same time. Nightmare!
Come on now folks, have a bit of self control and stagger your tweets at the very least.
By all means share that all important link with the masses, get the word out, but get creative and use different wording, for the good of all mankind and to preserve what is left of my sanity.
So what I propose to do to remedy this, is to make a set of rules – some Twitter etiquette if you will – that must be followed or face certain death.
Oh, wait...is that too harsh? Right, okay then, perhaps not death, but at least a stern look in your direction or a strongly-worded Tweet.
I’ll get the ball rolling shall I? Number one, do not send hateful Tweets to celebrities or us mere mortals.
Why not give a little love instead? And remember, Karma bites and she leaves teeth marks.
Secondly, do not tweet the same thing all at the same time, more than once.
Three things to think about before you hit that send button: It’s quality not quantity, less is more and variety is the spice of life.
And now with that off my chest, I’m going to sit back and await my invitation from the totally awesome Jenny Sinclair. There is plenty more where that this came from Ms Sinclair...