Six Reasons I Don’t Use Twitter

Now, I know Twitter is one of the new hot properties on the Internet (or, as I call it, a glorious way to waste time), but I just don’t get it. Here’s why:

• I acknowledge that I am not important enough for people to want to (or need to) know what I’m doing at every waking moment of every day.
• I’m not interested in what people who delude themselves that they are important enough are doing at any given moment. Information overload, much?
• I’m also not particularly interested in when Jonathan Ross (who I loathe) is clipping his toenails or when Stephen Fry is sitting down to paint his garage. Nor do I care what colour that garage was or is going to be.
• I don’t do enough to warrant updating my status for every little thing that happens. And if I did, I wouldn’t have the time to “tweet” about it, either, as I would be actually doing stuff, not telling people I’m doing stuff.
• My activities or thoughts cannot (and will not) be dumbed down to fit into 140 characters or less.
• Facebook has recently done a good enough impersonation of Twitter as it is, and that’s quite frankly more then enough; instead of “so-and-so has just made the bed” I get “so-and-so took the Which Care Bare Quiz Are You and is the Retarded One”.

F**k me, has society been watered down enough as it is?

Now that’s micro-blogging for you. Have a great afternoon, folks.

NB: I have a Twitter which I never use.