I Don't Really Get Twitter

I've never been a big Twitter fan. I don't really get it, but I think it's because I don't use it properly (maybe?). But when I started this blog, which obviously hasn't taken off because work is draining me pretty hard, I figured I should have a twitter account in case I, you know, suddenly became savvy at orchestrating social media.

I've had the account (@CraftyJackson) for less than two months. I've tweeted all of 12 (twelve, ten plus two) times. Yet today I get this:

Uh, what?

My last two tweets were from BBC news, so...

No, that still doesn't make any sense.

See, I'm a goodie-two-shoes. Somebody tells me I need to start changing my behavior, and it doesn't matter if it's my mother or my boss or the faceless auto-generated text of a giant corporate machine, I get paranoid and panic. Oh my God, I need to change my behavior. But how? What have I done and what should I do instead? What if I do it again and the Twitter page YELLS at me again?! Omg, omg!

And one of the articles I tweeted was about Twitter! Though I posted it without comment, I was applauding Twitter and their refusal to give out data! And I have all of (probably) eight followers (can't tell, they're still re-starting my account), so how the hell could I be spamming? Now I feel rejected, criticized, guilty...

Yeah, it's ridiculous. That is bogus. Twitter, this goes against my eager-to-please nature, but... I'm gonna go ahead and ignore your admonition. Because flatulent dinosaurs and Twitter-in-court aren't spam, they are NEWS.