I just farted
I don’t get the Twitter craze, sorry. I didn’t sign in and I’m not going to. Now before you all Twitters go nuts and telling that I cannot make a judgment on something I didn’t try etc, I don’t mind. Twitter my ass. Get a life.
First, it looks to me like the longest dog lead anyone ever invented. Don’t you already feel like you are very well, not to say, over-connected? you need a tighter collar around your neck?
Secondly, It looks like one of these things that can really get you hooked up but have no value in life whatsoever.
Dino was making an interesting point about the difference between saying and doing:
“The simple question “what am I doing right now” is both incredibly mundane, yet much more revealing about who we really are than what we might say about ourselves. It’s a very direct and personal manifestation of the “do, don’t say” mantra that is at the heart of new marketing and the post-communication world we live in.”
I agree with that observation but thats not the case with twitter.
And David wrote: “You can expect to get a few glimpses of the quirky, non glamorous moments in life that we all share.
Well, I flicked through some random twittering and you know what? It is definitely not revealing or authentic, direct or personal. Twitter is just another useless, silly self-presentation management tool. (un)Surprisingly, I didn’t find anything like: “I just farted”, or “I have an amazing hard-on”, or “Standing in line and that ugly old lady behind me stinks, I wish she’d be dead right here and now”, or “taking a good, long, relaxing dump while the wife and kids are at the movies” etc. [apology for lousy humor and bad taste, really].
Don’t know what about you but I already can’t find enough time to read my books or listening to some new music or the movies, or spending time with my mates.
I don’t want people to know what I’m doing right now, I don’t want to hear what other people are doing right now.
Get some space people.