Would it be too harsh to wish that all professional tweeters would have their armpits infested with the fleas of a thousand camels? Before you judge, know that I’m talking about the people who feel compelled to update every 2.7 second (roughly the same time I could stay on a bull named Fumanchu without getting bucked)…about things like:
- trips to the bathroom
- what they’re drinking
- what they’re eating
- what they’re thinking while eating and drinking
- where they are while eating and drinking and thinking
- what toothpaste they use
- toilet paper
- type of car they like
- how hungry they are
AAAAaaauuuggghhh!!
Is it just me or are these people the world’s greatest walking tranquilizers in history?! Are these people masters of the meaningless? Traders of trivia?
Time Wasters?!
Yeah, I know. I just offended something like 14 million people but if you’re one of them, consider this.
I twitter too.
So I don’t hate it. I just try to twitter when I actually have something to say that might be helpful to someone…anyone…somewhere! And if it isn’t? Please, delete me from your follower list. I don’t want to induce a coma in your life like some do in mine!
Twitters are fine.
But don’t be a twit!
Just some thoughts.