Apparently, Klout measures your social influence. It takes all the social media networks you are associated with and rates your “Klout” on various levels. It gives you an overall score, labels you as an “influencer” or a “conversationalist,” indicates what topics you are an authority on, and various other rankings.
The competitor in me needed to see how I rated among my peers. I signed in and added all my social networks and found out…I have no Klout. I HAVE NO KLOUT!
I ranked a 31 but I am only a conversationalist, with no topics to be an authority on. Klout has slapped me in the face. Those who barely know me, (via Twitter, FB or Blogger) know I breathe music and writing. I mean, music and books ARE my life. To have Klout tell me those don’t even register on their scale, well, that’s like telling me I am nothing. Delete delete delete. Sure, I could improve my “Klout” rankings if I worked really hard…LIKE I NEED SOMEONE ELSE RIDING MY ASS ABOUT BEING MORE, BETTER, GREATER! I do a fine job of that on my own.
After I gave Klout.com the proverbial middle finger, I got mad at myself.
I’ve never been a conformist or a follower. I try to be sometimes, but it just doesn’t look well on me. I was never Miss Popular in school. I don’t have a huge blog or twitter following. The comments and page views on my blog are minimal. My friends list on FB is not that big. And for some reason, in the back of my mind, I let this define me.
This is why I am perturbed at myself. Shame on me. I am an intelligent and affable person. My social network status does not define me. Even in real life, I have a handful of dear friends and everyone else I consider acquaintances. I have always been of the belief that quality supersedes quantity. So why do I care or let this affect me? Maybe it’s my 16 year-old self still searching for a title. Maybe it’s my competitive side peeking out. Or maybe it’s just human nature to want to be accepted and matter. Who the heck knows. In these moments of social depravity, I remind myself what matters is usually within arm’s reach: my children, husband, and my health. Everything else, gravy.
So how about you, do you give a Klout what your Klout score is?
(They can’t even spell the word right and I’m going to listen to them? Geesh.)