It is an undeniable, unstoppable, freak-force of technological nature. It’s a creeping north wind that nips at the nape of your neck and makes your hairs stand up, it is the quick of your nails sheered from an over-zealous snip of the clippers. It is Twitter-nation.
With the advancement of, first; MySpace then on to the bastard child that becomes the super star in Facebook, to the even uglier red-headed stepchild that supersedes the previous comes Twitter. We have all become hooked like Plano, TX heroin junkies, and over-binged, over-worked, under-paid Lincoln street hookers to the celebrity driven FAD that is this BEAST.
The idea that we are all interested in what cereal Bon Jovi had for breakfast is terribly insulting, RIGHT? Why do I care about the level of joy Daughtry had over his morning BM? But here we are, stuck right in the middle of a trend that is only picking up steam. When AOL messaging came out you could just get on and if you're friends were online, you could just tell them, "Dude, I just saw this chick..OH MY God!" But now, as if everyone in your social network really cares, you can tell ALL of them about the hot blonde with the buns.
Now I don't want to be completely disparaging, I am a status 'whore' myself, yes I'm marked with CATCH 22 across my forehead. There are some updates that are downright hill-hairy-ass! Then there are some that the poster has put some thought into that he/she is wanting to express, and it becomes thought-provoking. Oh, but these are few and far between, they are so scarce it's almost hard to catch the dignified posters through all the riff-raff.
"My nephew's birthday party is tonight!! I'm so excited I just sharted myself!!"
Really?
"it's cold outside."
Smashing!
Riff-raff, riff-raff, riff-raff.
You might be wondering what the point is to all this, I'm not going to lie to you, I don't have one. This entire piece was based off of one status update a friend posted today, it was the metaphorical straw that broke the camel’s back - me being the camel, her post being the straw. God bless her she's a great gal, but day in and day out its 17 new posts about what she's doing every 30 mins. I feel that Tom, and the creators of Facebook should put a status posting limit per week. I also think that the creators of Twitter need to be dug up, pulled out into the street, and this would be the tweet, "Hey buddy, you're about to get kicked in the sweet spot..."
End of story.
J.L. Copeland
About Me
- J.L. Copeland
- I have been writing for years, but never knew that I was a writer. The expression itself was and has always been such a personal adventure that it never crossed my mind to allow others to partake in my work. I still don't call myself a writer or a poet, those titles go to the published or established, but I hope to obtain such entitlement in the very near future. But over all, I hope that I can spark some sort of discussion. Whether it's about my work and the emotions or thoughts that it has provoked, or even just about how pitful and weak my writing just might be. Either way, it is discussion and forcing some kind of thought! I hope you all enjoy! Feel free to email me at jlcope77@yahoo.com for any reason. Enjoy.
1 comment:
Exactly why I don't twitter. What is the point? It's exactly like fb minus all the neater functions...really? No thanks.
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