Everyone is talking about it. Everyone has it, blogs about it, does it, but I just don’t get it. I’m not afraid to admit it, either:
I DON’T ‘GET’ TWITTER.
I don’t understand why there is a need for the constant banter – the quick tweets from meetings or sporting events, the one-liners back and forth between people who hardly know each other, or, more often, don’t know each other at all.
Nor do I understand the mechanics of Twitter. I’ve read a couple of blog posts that say, ‘you can see what happened during my [insert traumatic episode here] on Twitter’, with a link. But when I click the link, I am only assaulted by pages of @somebodies and random inside jokes of which I am clearly on the outside. I couldn’t follow the story if it was leaving a bread crumb trail.
But what I don’t get, most of all, is why so many otherwise really intelligent-seeming people are caught up in this phenomenon. I truly believed that Twitter would be the interwebz equivalent of the Commodore 64: a big rage for a few months, before it faded away into oblivion. Why is it still here? What is the appeal? Who has TIME or energy to tweet every mundane detail of their lives, and why would they want to?
Why do we seem to be so afraid of stillness?