Tweeting things is a puzzling thing. It's pretty much a rambling thrown into the wind and yet it always feel like it should carry a modicum of desire for it to reach someone, otherwise it'd be better off as a reserved thought. Guess I'm starting a thread?

It's not like there's really any particular reason to ever tweet, unless you're doing some boring PR shenanigans, in which case it becomes a commercial thing rather than a personal musing.

Nonetheless, here I am again trying to make heads or tails out of this shit.

A shared thought here has no particular goal other than to be exposed to those who care enough to follow you. Doesn't it then represent something in your mind that you want someone to read? Yet, it's - unless specified - not targeted at anyone.

It's not like said thought is meant to reach that one bloke or that one lass, it's just there, fluttering along the feed as it's scrolled by. It's not meant for anyone, but it's certainly created with a certain yearning to be met by someone.

In a way, it's pretty much a voice lost in the wind craving to be heard. It matters very little by whom. Will someone even come across this crap? Will there be any meaningful reaction afterwards?

In short, a tweet is like a cry for help?

Maybe not as dramatic as the wording make it sounds, but it doesn't feel that inaccurate.

Is this whole thread such a cry? I don't exactly feel like being heard, but not making use of twitter after making an account would be boring.

And while I type this, I also notice it's 3:30 and that youtube started playing one of those "recommended for you" playlists and I'm vibing to some weird ass funk. Sleep must be had.

End of thread? I imagine this is the kind of awkward shit I'll tweet from now on. ¯\\_(ツ)_/¯

Oh, Juliana, o que tu quer de mim? ヽ(⌐■_■)ノ♪♬