Twitter twit

I have begun to realize that Twitter, the contents of which are often sophomoric, is designed to make people like me feel like high school sophomores again. By that I mean it is a competition to see who has the most friends. The emphasis is on "most" not "friends". This explains why it has quickly become a marketing tool for the famous and wanna-be-famous. Apparently one links oneself to a thousand sites, ever trolling for more "fans". The implied result is that one is fascinating and worth following so that the world can know, for example, what you had for breakfast.

Chicagoan Bob Sirott once described Twitter as this: "I am eating a cheese Danish." It may be about being famous for fifteen minutes every fifteen minutes, yet it is undoubtedly alluring, and I think it has surpassed Facebook as THE social site (I hesitate to use the word "networking" here...), because it is instant, like a shout of joy or a conversational interjection. It says (much more than the plodding Facebook post) "I am here in this instant in a place that is real and I am alive and I am me!"
So I suppose I am sad that few care that I am here, now, and alive. Yet, on top of that I am sad for the legions of the wanna-be-famous. What will the trail of twitters add up to when your star has fallen, or worse (?) has yet to ever rise? "I knew so and so...I was once somebody...I am still here in this instant...but it seems no longer to matter now that my "friends" who follow the once-great me are only Twitter sites for organizations, clubs, causes, and manufacturers.....where did all the people go?"
Oh well, I am just a twitter twit...who could never have boiled the preceding midnight ramble into 140 characters.