Friday, June 19, 2009

twit-ter: n. see: goodbye semblance of human contact

So, I have bitterly avoided twitter in an attempt to save my sanity. I did the same thing with facebook and myspace years ago; as if it was some moral standing to not be "in". But, sadly, I have given in. Some might call me a late adopter (a term, if you recall, you learned in Marketing 101), but mostly I just feel like I've said my final goodbye to actual human interaction. I already have my Palm eternally attached to my hands, furiously texting my boyfriend, my mom, my sister, my girlfriends, my boss, my coworkers, my boyfriend's friends...okay suffice it to say everyone in my contact list. My facebook addiction has foiled many an attempt to study and caused me to happily classify myself as a top-notch stalker. (Ex: "Omg, did you see xxxxx's facebook? She definitely got a boob job.") Myspace (although it has gone the way of the horse and buggy for most) was my original addiction and still holds a place in my heart as a fond memory of 40-year-old strangers friending me. Ahh, myspace.

All of this electronic communication makes people wonder if we're losing touch with each other at an ever-increasing rate. Society worries that we will become these hermits holed up in our homes behind a computer with a week-old pizza box and still sporting Saturday's underwear. But if pressured, I think I would have to go on the defense for hi-tech connections. My three best girlfriends who live in different cities rarely find time in their busy schedules for a thirty minute phone call. But being able to send them a text that says, "Miss you! xoxo" or "I saw a midget walking down the street" during the day keeps me feeling connected. Sending my sister lyrics to a 90s favorite during her workday means we'll have something to laugh about later. Being able to look at pictures of my girlfriend's new puppy gives me an excuse to call her up. And, of course, sending my boyfriend upwards of 75 texts a day about the random in-and-outs of our lives makes us miss each other a little less.

There is still the worry that maybe I don't call as often as I should, but that is an individual struggle and if you really care, you'll make the time. As for twitter, maybe I'll learn to love monitoring the blow-by-blow of my closest friends. However, I'll still leave the celebs' twitters to Perez Hilton, thanks.

A newbie tweeter,

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