I’m a big fan of Miles Davis, jazz trumpeter. On any given warm, sunny, Sunday, I’ll sit out on the poach with Miles on the Bose speaker and a craft beer or two or three to chase away the Sunday scaries.
So I post an appreciative tweet declaring my good mood for some cool music.
And I’m assaulted with this quote tweet. Obviously a fellow stoolie who follows me and uses a reference to a BigCat bit. But what the F#@$ does this have to do with listening with music and why bother with this?
My chill mood is interrupted. I engage in a combative mode that I choose to use very rarely these days. The response receives a “Oh Snap!” meme from another follower. A playful response that should have been the end where we both go off smiling and enjoy the rest of our Sunday.
The response to my tweet from the poor person who ruined my mood? A meme about “Who’s listening”? Again, what the F#@$?
Sorry, but I can’t let it go. My response. Maybe it’s to judgy? But I think I’ve been around a bit and can always lend a fellow twitter user a hand with improving the reply game. Reviewing the person’s tweets for a couple of days, they are filled with a ton of single sentence responses.
The response was to peel out an untappd beer tweet posted prior to the start of this little interaction, not entirely read it, and try to beer shame me. First, never, ever, use “respectfully” in a response. It’s such a trigger that everything you say after that will just be an attempted attack. And never, ever, ever, try to beer shame me. My tweets on the weekends are filled with check-ins on untappd. Stop following me if you can’t handle beer tweets on the weekend. I like and appreciate good craft beer.
Of course I didn’t let that go and it was obvious the person tweeting couldn’t take the heat. When you change the topic or try to point to ‘look over there’, you’re done. You’ve lost. Go home!
Don’t mess with me when I’m listening to Miles.
Tim Hitchings 