A Guide to Maturing your Social Media Accounts



Priscilla Olaya Yeverino

When I was 16, I had a Twitter account. Every vapid thought that popped into my brain, I would send into cyber outer space, to fly away and finally settle with the rest of them. Into The Graveyard of Uninspired Tweets- reminiscent of a Sci-Fi movie about Post-apocalyptic earth, where only robotic beings roam and organic matter has long been decayed.

My 16 year-old brained Tweets were those robots. Tweets about equally vapid TV shows (Gossip Girl), my plans that day (“Gonna go eat ice cream brb!”) and the worst- @ conversations with friends. On Twitter. In public. When text messages exist and are equally available within people in my social circle. WHAT?

When you think about Twitter- and I mean really, really think about it- you get that same sense you feel when you repeat a word over and over until you lose definition of it. That feeling of awe, which could lead to an existential crisis. Which actually lead me to what I believed to be an existential crisis. (Like I said, immature 16-year-old.)

One day, when I was trying to think of a Tweet, I thought to myself “Why do I have to Tweet?”. Which lead to thoughts about what Tweeting was, and why I cared that this girl was at Target or that this guy hated his professor or that someone got a puppy. I thought “This could all be on Facebook, and instead all these other mundane thought blurbs are flooding all this valuable space on my screen and it’s so weird, because we are all just talking to ourselves, trying to shape ourselves so that others can think something of us so that they can then respond to us talking to ourselves.”

So I freaked and deleted my Twitter.

And I’ve been happy ever since.

Until I signed up for a social media class.

Woe is me!

How could I honestly believe I could get through life without a Twitter account!
But the second time around, things were different. Since I had to create a new account, I started with a clean plate. That meant no friends – no need to keep up with people who I honestly don’t need to keep up with.


Along with that, I shed the habit of Tweeting just to Tweet. When I’m just hanging out, I don’t even remember I have a Twitter account. That’s a lot of life lived.
I also followed legitimate accounts. Politicians, government agencies, PR professionals, journalists… and despite the bad reputation that politics and the media are drowning in right now, this was a definite improvement in my daily Twitter life.I am no longer forced to attempt to sort through people’s nebulous quotidian lives, but instead actually read about tangible issues and concrete ideas. And if ever should I need a dose of Dumb with a Capital D…

… There exists the always eloquent @ Donald J. Trump



(… because it wouldn’t be a Social Media 4270 blog post without election coverage.)
And that was it. That was the key to living comfortably within the Twitter contract. I did the same for my Facebook, cleaned my list rid of too-casual acquaintances, liked pages I actually care about instead of pages such as “OU sucks” and “Justin and Britney Were the best Couple of All Time”.

Yes, Facebook was wild seven years ago.



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UNT Eagle Strategies

Class members of the social media class in the Mayborn School of Journalism