Twitter? Me? Ok.
I first read about Twitter last March in Inc magazine [article here]. It seemed over-the-top, just like Facebook did in spring 2004 when I got lured into that procrastination trap. Facebook has grown bigger than I could have imagined 5 years ago, and so I figure Twitter, with its even higher ranking on the creeper scale, will fair similarly.
Why do we care so much about what other people are doing at any given moment in time? We don’t just care, we love it. We’re addicted to it. We love to know stuff about people that we haven’t seen or spoken with in years. Then, should we run into that person we have to feign stupidity when they say, “Oh yea, I work in the city and live in Hoboken now.”
“Oh no way!” but deep down you’re thinking, “You also have a cat named Mittens that swallowed your boyfriend’s cufflinks last Thursday.“ You don’t dare say it. That would be creepy!
Anyway, here I am. On Twitter. For no other reason than curiosity. Don’t expect updates frequently. I’m gung-ho now but odds are I will have forgotten about it by Monday.
Notice I removed the link “follow me on Twitter” that brings you to my Twitter profile, it comes standard with the ready-to-paste HTML code. Following in any form still strikes me as creepy. So please, don’t follow me. And if you must, at least do it from a distance.
