Granted, I hate myself.
But to be fair, there's so escaping these things, is there? At least, not for someone like me. I'm too curious. Too invested in popular culture. Too worried about being left behind.
The transition hasn't been easy. I find that the whole Twitter thing does not come naturally. I'm not sure what to say, who to follow, or why I'm even bothering. Nonetheless, I'm in it. I'm learning. I expect what will happen is what always happens. I'll get the hang of it, experience a period of obsessive co-dependence (along the lines of the Email Boom of 1995, the ICQ Addiction of 1998, the MSN Haze of 2000, and the Facebook Experience of 2005 to 2009), and eventually, I'll burn out and give it up. Something new will come along. The whole thing will seem important for a split second, before fading into the distance and I'll go from using it every day, to being unable to imaging why I ever used it at all. That's how these things go.
So with that in mind, I guess the question is, why bother? I don't know. I know that I like riding the wave. It might make more sense to skip ahead. That may be the smarter route. But being smart is overrated. And when you skip things, you miss things. I guess I just don't want to miss anything.
Maybe it's just me.
* Image of Ollie the Twitteriffic bird by Iconfactory.