lately i’ve been having several discussions with a friend about microblogging, specifically Twitter. it started out when i tweeted about the massive, humongous urge (alright, a bit of exaggeration) of deleting my current account. not because i don’t want to tweet anymore, but because i don’t want to read any tweets anymore. sometimes reading stuff that aren’t meant for us are just pointless.. ignorance is still bliss. since everyone will always got something to say (or tweet), it’s kind of hard to control your timeline, especially if you’re one of the people who just don’t have the heart to unfollow your friends.
“I read too much into people’s social traits. I got vexed easily just by looking at my timeline. I kinda feel you @tchvinkle”
“..but they at least required the writer to take the time to process the events of their life, and the attendant emotions they generated – before putting finger to keyboard. The result, in many cases, was a detailed archive of events and memories that they can look back on now and say “that was how I was then”.
“And then along came micro-blogging – and, with a finite amount of time and effort available, the blog generation turned into the Twitter generation. A million blogs withered and died as their authors stopped taking the time to process their thoughts and switched instead to simply copying and pasting them into the world, 140 meaningless characters at a time. The result: a whole lot of sound and mundanity, signifying nothing.”