twittering

i am not a twitterer, and i have no plans of becoming one. you're probably surprised by this, or you should be surprised because i am so hip!

i think i've already mentioned that i keep learning things about myself that i was previously oblivious to. example: someone just told me that i whine about my stomach hurting 1 of every 2 times we're together. here i've been thinking of myself as a tough person and i'm a total lightweight. what a disappointing discovery.

here's another one. i like to think of myself as an early or at least normal-speed adopter of technological trends, but i'm just not. i was the last of my friends to have a cell phone, though the first to have a pager (which probably explains this whole post), and i'll probably be the last human i know to have a smarty phone. i'm half-cheapskate and half-moralist, but i'm sure i'll wear down because it happened with harry potter, and it can happen again.

so (for now) i don't twitter on the internets but i CAN'T STOP twittering in my brain. like, i start making beans for dinner and i think: tweet: "making beans." or, worse, i'm at a chieftans concert in chicago, and i think: tweet: "chieftans concert in chicago." these twitterings clearly don't add anything to the experience--no analysis, no reflection--just twitter at its most shallow "my life must matter because i'm telling you about it." worst of all, every time i translate my boring daily activities into tweets, i have to feel what it feels like to be bored by myself again, which, considered cumulatively, is rough on morale.

i don't think it is fair for a social networking platform that i don't endorse to rewire the inside of my mind. get out twitter! get out!