THE BIZARRE STORY OF HOW I ENDED UP WITH 30 THOUSAND TWITTER FOLLOWERS
I get asked this question a lot by people who know me personally, which isn't at all offensive.
- •I read a lot of funny tweets and found myself adopting the styleTwitter's character limit forces you to be concise and creative which is exciting and challenging when you're used to mashing out novels on your phone
- •I interacted with everyoneI spent a lot of time reading, favoriting, and retweeting the stuff that I liked. I didn't do it in hopes of getting reciprocation, but it did result in a lot of those people reading what I was writing.
- •I was ridiculously honestBecause the illusion of anonymity is a heady thing. I said whatever I wanted to say. And that resonated with some people.
- •Dick and fart jokesI was crass, to say the least. It was fun and kind of empowering to just be fantastically vulgar (until my father in law stumbled onto the account, which is another list for another day).
- •I produced a lot of contentI was tweeting a lot because I had the time and I felt like I could say anything. So maybe I just kind of wore people down? Idk.
- •I stayed away from polarizing subjectsI don't enjoy arguing on social media so I didn't use the attention to debate politics or religion or anything like that. I talked about things that I found funny or relatable.
- •I got luckyTwitter can be a really supportive community (or it was a few years ago) and I was fortunate enough to have a few big accounts take notice and retweet me and it kind of snowballed from there. There are so many accounts that are funnier and more interesting than mine (and I try to share them whenever I see them).
- •I was, and am, a validation monsterThere are two kinds of people in this world: People who admit to enjoying [positive] social media attention and liars. The high of being noticed kept me interested and engaged.