I Hate Twitter

I don't usually complain about things I don't like, but this one is just too much to hold in. I don't, nor do I want to understand what would compel people to write down their every action and thought during the day. Or perhaps even worse, read what other people are "twittering" about. I dare not hypothesize what this says about our future, but I have a feeling the words genius, wise, knowledgeable and prosperous would not be included.

I think this must be our current generations lazy way of making themselves feel important in the world. I am not naive enough to think that the world is centered around me and my every action. At least not since I was two years old, and even then I was well aware that most people weren't listening to what I was saying. I guess that comes with being number four in a family of five kids, but I digress.

I don't know anything about how this twitter thing works, but if you can write comments I would be tempted to respond with something like "who cares?", or "I have better things to do with my life then read this", or "Why don't you put away your computer and get up and doing something you fatso (or other not so nice adjectives). What gets me even more is that people don't seem to realize their insanity. It seems we are surrounded by a bunch of self-centered, lazy, mundane people with nothing better to do than talk about themselves. Last I checked, that's the type of person we all hate and who ends up with their head being flushed down the toilet and spit balls being shot at their head.

It makes me ashamed to live in this society and gives me a strong urge to huck this computer our the window, pack up a few belongings, my bike and my family, and go retreat to a cabin in the woods. Let the rest of society twitter away until their brains and bodies turn to mush. But then again I'm sitting here blogging, so maybe I'm just a bit of a hypocrite.