The Art of Letting Go on Twitter

On Monday, Lady Gaga released her new studio album, Artpop.  Thus, this week and many weeks thereafter I will tweet profusely about every emotion I encounter and every insane or profound thought the divine Miss G will invoke in me as I listen to the new CD.  I will tweet a lot about it. I will tweet in caps sometimes.  I will tweet lyrics and pretty little photos of the pretty little lady, too. I will do this and I will do this proudly because I love her and it will be so hard to contain the urge to talk about anything other than Artpop.

If you feel you must unfollow me because of this, I will not hold it against you.  I can respect that.  Hardly anyone reads me, I am sure, but this time around, I am certain you will notice my tweets—now more than ever.  There will be so much excitement to let go of and Twitter will be my forum.

Of course, I do not want you to fret and expect one hundred tweets an hour on Lady Gaga.  I promise it will not go that far. At least I do not think it will go that far.  It would annoy me if someone flooded my timeline with thoughts on just one subject. Although, to be honest, I have had to put up with loads of certain tweets myself. But that's what Twitter is all about, though. Right?

There are those who go on week-long (!) political tirades, but I don’t say anything.

I put up with the sports enthusiasts,

the Tumblr junkies,

the gaggle of other artist fans and their dedication to their own favorite artist,

the scorned,

lovelorn,

torn,

hate speech writers…

the list

goes

on.

So, love me just a little bit more and do your best to put up with me this month. Let me let my people recognize:  I love Lady Gaga so much I could die.