Twitterpated

"What is Twitter?" a coworker of mine asked from an adjoining cubicle. "Elle" is probably in her fifties.

"It's the doorway to hell," I replied quickly, not wanting her to accept the invitation from whoever emailed her to invite her to join Twitter, the latest Internet fad and perfectly useless application tool that makes your life an open book to any and all who find your user name/and or profile picture interesting.

Probably anyone reading this blog is at least somewhat familiar with Twittering. I thought it was really cool and decided to sign up when a friend of mine invited me to, thinking that it was an easy way to keep up with people (as if blogging, facebook, and myspace weren't enough). But honestly, it's just annoying. I mean, if you don't twitter enough, people lose interest and find someone else they don't know to stalk. And if you twitter too much, people wonder if you have OCD and need to be instituionalized.

The problem is, twittering becomes addictive, like web crack. It's like those stupid status updates on facebook and myspace that I feel compelled to read because, by golly, I care. And obviously, am very nosy. It's amazing what people put on their status updates/twitter. Discretion about relationships, friends, everything goes out the window. I think some people forget that these updates/twitter CAN BE READ BY EVERYONE! So that posting of "bored at work" or "wow, this job sucks" could possibly be taken out of context by say, your boss, who is a secret webstalker and your profile isn't private. Just a thought.

If you'll excuse me, I have to go update my Twitter..."updated blog...go to www.chadkelley.blogspot.com"...