I like 70s art, music, and history -- probably since I wasn't around and missed it and want to learn.
And I'm also fascinated by nostalgia. I try to read every comment each week on the hashtag, #AT40. And each week, I'm impressed by everyone's writing skills. Nostalgia creates.
Now, I've probably reached the point where I know everyone and what they like and what they'll tweet about, and I get a little bored with my knowledge of you and sometimes feel like I need to move on with my life. But if I skip a week, it will lessen your week.
And I have nowhere to go.. and I know that if I said I wanted a day off, you'd support me.
But it sometimes feels like a chore. And it feels like people only like me and stick around because I do the countdowns. And I don't want that, either.
But the countdowns make me happy, very happy. And I need to focus on that, first.
I told my mom that I was thinkin' about quitting the countdowns, and she said, "that's the only thing you like." And she was right. I just gotta find more things to like and add them to the pile.
I pretty much hold everyone hostage here on my feed. People follow me for #AT40 and have to like me cause they like the countdowns. The rest of the week, I say a bunch of bullshit, and they need to listen or risk getting blocked and miss the countdowns.
And that's my way of weeding my lawn, during the week - writing in my diary on Twitter. I don't want a bunch of folks on my feed just hangin' out for the next countdown. Leave if you don't like the scene.
And that's my battle.
I attract a bunch of folks each week who like one thing, mainly from Tom's feed. And them folks ain't like me at all.. they find out that later in the week. And it's a rollercoaster of highs and lows thru the week, if one looks at Twitter followers to measure things.
But I've been on that social media rollercoaster for 2 years now.. I'm fine. It takes a toll though and brings doubts. And sometimes, I want to quit.
But like I said, it's the one thing I have that brings joy each week to a community, and I'll keep doing it. #AT40
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I could tell a drunken Christmas Eve story.. It's from years ago.. but there ain't no punchline. It's just an experience I had on Christmas Eve, gettin' drunk in a bar with lonely folks like me.. and shit happened. Lot of shit. 🤣
It was before my second marriage, after I got divorced the first time.
I walked down the hill to my local bar. It was a slow night at the Albert. I sat there for hours without much fun and then a couple of folks walked in, loudly. We started talkin' and drinkin' and hit it off.
After a couple more hours of that, we three were having a blast.. And then, a party couple showed up, and they were coked up up.
Welp, a pipe burst under this old house tonight, and I had to turn off the main valve. But I have electricity and gas at least. The furnace is broken, but I have space heaters and an electric blanket.. and food and beer and the internet. That's good enough for me. 🍻
The pipes to the bathtub froze last night, and I had to wash my hair in the kitchen sink. I needed to spend today trying to figure out a way to thaw the pipes. But I slept under my electric blanket all day and then I heard the water start flowing again. 5 mins later. Pop.
I'd like to believe that my dad wouldn't have let the pipes freeze. But this is the first time it's been this cold without a working furnace, and if the furnace worked, the pipes wouldn't have frozen. But he would have definitely found a way to thaw them today.. oh well.