Tweet, twit, quit. I’m done with my twitter.
I find it hard to believe that there’s anyone left in this world who is unaware of the social networking site Twitter. Maybe a few nomadic tribes living in the deserts of far-off countries, but chances are they’ve heard something about it too. I decided to give it a try this week/weekend for my assignment, promising to myself that I would try to find the positive ways in which a twitter account could enhance my overall wellbeing. Believe me when I tell you, my list was very short.
Granted, I can see where a networking site such as this one could connect you to people all over the world. I can understand how it links you to those who share similar interests, and can provide comical relief throughout the day; but how does it appear valuable to someone with a life like mine? Or someone who has trouble finding enough time to get things done as it is; without the demand of notifying the rest of the world about your every breath? I’ve come to the conclusion that although Twitter may be an excellent resource for many, it’s definitley not for me.
I’ll admit to having a Facebook account, although I rarely log on (and am quite unfamiliar with the navigation). But Facebook serves a purpose for me. I can reconnect with highschool friends, keep up with old teammates, or communicate with family on the other side of the world. This blogging thing has been interesting too. Blogging enables me to browse information on almost any topic, and read opinions from people of every creed, color, and profession. But to me, Twitter is nothing more than a way for others to stay all-knowing about the lives of those they follow. After all, 140 characters leaves little room to express/explain whats going on in the life of me.
It may seem that I’m being harsh, or irrational about my distaste for Twitter. I don’t mean to offend those who couldn’t live without updates every few minutes, but to each their own, and I genuinely see no point in informing the world every time I sneeze. Or eat. Or laugh for that matter.
I have a full time family, a full time job, and a full time academic schedule that engulfs the majority of my waking hours each day. I do enjoy surfing the internet from time to time, or looking into something that interests me via blogs and web resources- but it’s rare that I come across something that I think is worthy of sharing with the rest of the world. Maybe I’m too private of a person? That I don’t know, but taking the time to stop what I’m doing in order to ‘tweet’ about it is seemingly trivial, not to mention irrelevant.
Maybe down the road I’ll learn to appreciate the concept, but for now I don’t see the point. Usually, life seems too short to take time to smell the flowers; but to take time to smell them and also tell the rest of the world thatI’m doing so? Ludacris. Until then, I’m quitting the twittering, and closing the door (as well as the rest of the world) behind me. Farewell fail whales, live feeds, excerpts of useless information, and time wasted.