Twitter. It’s a world of its own. A place where 140 characters, and not a single dot or dash more, tell the whole story.
How often do we misunderstand?
How often offend?
I, thick-skinned woman that I am, take no offense in Twitterville. Not ever. I realize the subjectivity of interpretation when body language, facial expressions and even voice intonations are absent. Way too easy to get the meaning wrong, if only subtly. Not everyone, however, seems to realize this.
Recently, I laughed out loud after reading this Tweet: “I wonder if I should tell people about my Negative Prayer List.”
After reining in my imagination and creating scenarios in my mind regarding the prayers sent up from that list, I let my fellow twitterer know that she’d thoroughly entertained me by commenting back, “Negative Prayer List… too damned funny!”
I don’t know if it was my use of the word “damned” or if she simply perceived my comment as irreverent, but Twitter-friend promptly responded with “My Negative Prayer list is NOT for curses. It’s just an official recognition that someone is not on my Prayer List.”
I laughed even harder.
I mean, really, it takes time and energy to keep a list of people you are going to pray for. And then to actually pray for them is an additional commitment. But also to keep a list of people who will not make the first list seems really labor intensive to me.
What is the actual purpose of this list? Does it remind one to think about the folks one doesn’t want to think about?
Does it help perpetuate grudges and such? Keep the negativity flowing? Add to somebody’s angst?
I replied, “So it’s kind of a ‘You’re Not Worthy’ list. Even funnier!“
She unfollowed me.
How much you wanna bet I made the list?
