I’m also learning to make myself let things go. It’s usually random things that don’t matter either. Like for instance: a few weeks I got it in my head that I needed to go back through my Twitter archive and delete tweets that I thought were “unnecessary”. I tweet a lot. A whole lot. And sometimes it’s unnecessary and a clear indication of my boredom in the moment. (Having wifi doesn’t help either. I should really pick up a book). I think I’ve gotten a little better at weeding through my thoughts and deciding which ones are worthy to tweet. Sometimes one or two slip through the cracks, but sometimes it be’s like that.
The Twitter archive wasn’t a good thing for me. I wanted to do a major cleaning. Delete threads with people I don’t follow anymore, delete photos that no longer show up, delete links to a blog I don’t have anymore. This would help me feel “slimmer”. Meaning, go through and downsize so that my overall number is lower. I did it for a few of the first months of my Twitter and then I realized: this is fucking tedious, obnoxious, and unnecessary. And no one cares. No one is going to go back and read my old tweets/no one cares how many I have. I do think I’ve become a better tweeter over these past 4 years (can’t believe how long I’ve been on it/in love with it). I’m hoping with my newfound restraint, over time the number may seem smaller for how long I’ve been using Twitter. Because it’s all about appearances, clearly.
But I say all this to say: Who the hell cares? This is clearly, a rare OCD moment for me, I guess.