Got me thinking about all sorts of other “artificial” time periods we use to trick our minds into stuff. Here are a few of mine:
- Thanksgiving is the start of the official Holiday Sloth season where I no longer need an excuse to not get something done.
- 29th birthday to 30th
- 30th birthday to 40th (we won’t go further)
- Every New Year. This time, I’ll be more organized, less frivolous, more, blah, blah
- Oh, well I ate that Snickers bar. I’ll get serious about the diet tomorrow.
- I can pay bills tomorrow. Today is already shot and the post office is not open anyway.
The truth is, however, that time does not see any of these dividing lines. It keeps marching on and so what we see between age 29 and age 30 is just a fraction of a second — maybe less — to time.
So it is with my 500th tweet. Is the 500th any more or less special to the person who got it? Should it be more special to me? Should I have saved it for that one special tweet to that one special follower?
I dunno. Don’t think it matters much because I’m now working on my 1000th tweet. That one will be really special.