My dad was a straight-shooter. If you did something he was proud of, you knew it. If you ticked him off, you knew that too. He didn't pull a lot of punches - ever.
One day he grumbled about someone having the Opera Disease. When I asked him what it was, he asked me if I'd ever heard an opera singer warm up. Um. No.
He said when they warm up they sing, "Mi, Mi, Mi, MI!"
It took me a few seconds - come on, I was a kid! - before I realized what he meant. Me, Me, Me, ME!
In the Twitterverse lately, I've come across a few folks inflicted with this hideous disease. You know the ones:
- every tweet screams Buy My Book! Look at Me!
- they never talk about anyone else
- they don't have real conversations
- they tweet their own links continuously
- they unfollow you a week or two after they follow you so they look important ... at least to themselves
Have you seen any breakouts of this terrifying disease in your Twitter travels?
Jemi Fraser is an aspiring author of contemporary romance. She blogs and tweets (responsibly) while searching for those HEAs.