When two people send you the same article within a few hours, you should definitely read it.
Such was the case yesterday when I was sent a link to this article.
The article talks about how snark and negativity can ruin your productivity.
Twitter, for instance, aggravates me almost daily.
Even more ridiculous is that I keep going back to it and letting it do it all over again.
I spend waaaay too much time complaining about how people use Twitter. The words they choose. The things they tweet.
I know what you’re thinking. The way I use Twitter works for me. It might not work for you, etc.
And while this is the most obvious thing in the world, it really only hit me recently.
(Aren’t the most obvious things in the world the things we most often overlook?)
It does bother me that this time could be better spent writing, or putting something positive out into the universe.
But I think it bothers me more that my words can affect others.
The second person who sent me the “snark” article link was Jenn.
I don’t think it’s telling tales out of school to admit that sometimes (at least once a week) Jenn and I convene a meeting on gchat and discuss everything that is wrong in the internet world.
We vent to each other about tweets, tweeters and blog posts that just rub us the wrong way. We talk about what they should have said instead. If anything at all.
That actually makes it sound much harsher than it really is. And we’ve laughed while discussing the fact that there are undoubtedly people having the same conversations about the stuff we post and tweet.
A lot of what we say is tongue in cheek. Mostly. One day I said, “Of course, I’m always at least mildly pleased with myself.” And she got it. We both have healthy egos (either one of our egos has the potential to rise up and terorrize Tokyo) and enjoy being pains in the ass.
I justify the things we say by thinking, “It’s okay. We’re nice. We don’t mean it seriously. We’re good people.”
But there is a point when you’ve been saying and thinking snarky, jerky things for so long, and so often, that being “good people” is in doubt.
Have I passed that point?
I do know that you can always pull back from that line.
You can always be more selective about what you put out into the universe.
I want to be more selective.
Getting laughs has always been like fuel to me. And there may have been some casualties along the way in the gathering and processing of that fuel.
That being said, I don’t remember any of my words ever really hurting someone.
But I wouldn’t be the one who remembers it.