I thrust my chair back enthusiastically to admit that I am a bad, bad Twitterer (the prefix "twit" is quite apropos). Everyone who is following me, I apologize. But I just can't bring myself to jot down so much self-indulgent nothing rubbish. I mean, one could argue that having a blog is pretty ego-driven, but it actually requires thought and follow-through of some sort. The object here is to entertain, and along the way to perhaps complain, share thoughts, miseries, observations, etc in an integrated and meaningful way (sometimes).
But really, do you really need to know that I'm on my way to the hardware store, or that I cut my ankle while shaving? Do I really need to share these insignificant incidentals with the world? I mean, who cares?
Does anyone ever think that perhaps we are turning into a technocracy of stalkers? Doesn't anyone want anything to be private anymore? Do we all think we're so great that sharing all of the intimate details of our lives would be so interesting to everyone else?
Of course I can see the advantages of online interactive "friend" or "dating" sites. You are able to meet new people with interests that match your own to a scarily exacting degree, and you can find people who were important to you earlier in life/ keep in contact with those you don't see on a regular basis. Sure, that's cool. I can dig that.
And- I'm not going to lie- it is perhaps advantageous for my business to offer such drivel for those who just can't get enough of me. Ha ha! I suppose I feel horribly ambivalent about the whole situation. I don't want to have phones and computers and iPods and whatever else creeping into every corner of my life. But on the other hand, even my trivialities are pretty sweet... Hmmm....
Well, that does it. Shall I keep tweeting (to "tweet" is the act of writing on Twitter- thank you francis) or not? I shall let my readers decide. Take the survey to your right to help me. I should like if you gave a description in the comments section on why you voted Yay or Nay.