Crack is whack . . . and so is Twitter. I had signed on to it months ago when the company had started to see what it was all about . . . and then had completely forgotten about it until a few weeks ago when I was messaged by an old friend.
This somehow began a whole frenzy of cyber-stalking people that went above and beyond creeper status. Suddenly I found myself not caring about what others were writing every five seconds, but about what I was going to write next to compete with their "oh-so-interesting" statuses.
Some poor choices included:
chocobean: getting fucking hammered at The Swinging Doooooooor!
Which was followed by:
chocobean: making out with EVERYONE in the bar!
like 15 seconds later!
Ok . . . and for the record, I didn't make out with any strangers that night. But I did manage to make an ass of myself to everyone on Twitter.
I soon came to find that I was "tweeting" like every minute on average whether on my computer or via cell phone web browser. I was addicted to letting everyone in cyber-world know what I was thinking or doing at that very second!
And then I took a breath and started reading other people's lame ass statuses.
That's when I realized that Twitter is NOTHING like Facebook. (My true addiction). These people were talking about geeked out techie shit that I could care less about. I wondered if they ran out of status update material if they would resort to talking about their bowel movements or how many times they managed to jerk off in those two seconds.
Plus, I missed my peeps actually commenting on my stuff (or the ability to comment on their stuff). That's the love right there. You can be on Twitter to stalk folks, or even write about yourself and I'll still respect you . . . but I'll love you even more if you're commenting on my statuses and links on Facebook.:-)
