twit(ter), or Hey You Kids, Get off My Lawn
December 19th, 2008 by Crystal | 7 Comments | Filed in UncategorizedI have tried and tried, but I totally don’t get Twitter. I mean, I understand the concept – I just don’t see the point.
Who cares that I’m eating lunch at [fill in the blank]? Or that I’m picking up my dry cleaning? Or sitting in traffic? Or that I LOLed about something to the point it made me ROTFLMAO?
The level to which we have become voyeurs and exhibitionists is mind boggling. And I say this as a person who blogs, but you will note that most of my blogs center around the observational. The outward. I’m not writing in intimate detail about everything I did that day or who I had personal interactions with. Because, really, who gives a shit?
Text messaging is already disruptive enough in social situations. Now we have to deal with people Twittering about who’s in the bar with them? What if I don’t have an interest in people knowing where I am? Even parties now feature live web cam feeds. I would rather not have random strangers (or just the strange) watching me (or, I should say, everyone in camera-sight – not me in particular) at a party. What if I needed to pick my underwear out of my ass? Can I get a little privacy? Nope.
I know that some of you are big texters, Twitterers, web cam feeders, etc. Please feel free to chime in. Maybe I’m missing something interesting. Maybe this next wave of internet intrusion is passing me by, and I’ll be left in the wake, blogging to no one while everyone else has moved on.
