Quitting twitting

In early June I decided to join twitter.com. For those who haven “t heard about this yet another social-engineering site, I “ll explain what it is. The concept is extremely simple. They give you a text field to enter a short answer (only 140 characters allowed) to the question “What are you doing? rdquo;. If you enter something in this box and post it, it “s twitting.

First, I was surprised ndash; who cares what am I doing? The thing is that people can follow you and you can follow other people. You can search for people to follow, then you see who are they following and add some of them to your list too. Whenever one of them twits, you get it in your list.

To make your twitting easier, you can use all kinds of mobile devices in addition to your PC. Some entrepreneurs write special desktop widgets, so you get notified when someone from people you follow twits.

I “ve written a couple of first messages, and it wasn ‘t too exciting. But then, somehow someone started following me. Wow! I started to feel some responsibility ndash; if someone care, I need to provide them with updates. Within a month or so, I started following ten people and eighteen people are following me. But then, I started to lose my interest for the following reasons (in the order of importance):

1. As any social engineering site it eats my time. Every now and then I visit this Web site to see what are the latest twits from my gang. What do I get back? Nothing, really.

2. Twitter.com is the most unreliable social site I “ve seen so far. It “s been written using Ruby on Rails and is bad PR for this framework. Every day you get the message on twitter.com saying that it “s over capacity. This ROR thingy just doesn “t scale when gets some serious hits.

3. I was surprised to figure out that some big guys are hiring other people to tweet. Just do a simple math ndash; if you “re following two thousand people and two thousand people are following you, during the day you can “t technically be doing anything but twitting, eating, shitting, and (maybe) fking. No time for working.

4. Some people are hiring teams to twit. Mr. Barak Obama is followed by more that forty thousand people and is following about the same number of other people. C “mon, this is BS. If (God forbid) he “s going to be elected, we “re going to have the first twitting President. Actually, I “m pretty sure he “ll stop twitting as soon as he gets into the office.

5. People just twit for the sake of twitting. Nothing interesting.

“I “m now at the following address rdquo;. So? Is this a hope that a beautiful long-legged blonde who “s following you is also in the area and is ready to give you a quicky?

“I “m going to bed now rdquo; It “s good to know. Thank you very much that you are not warning me when you are about to take a leak.

6. Some people just copy paste links of the sites they ran into and liked. Or the latest news. These suck the most of your time. You click on that link and start reading or watching hellip; Speaking of links hellip; Thanks to twitter I got to know about the sites like tinyurl.com. They take a long url and convert it into a shorter one, which is a life saver when you have only 140 characters but the important link you want to publish is about 100 chars.

To sum up, I “m not going to twit anymore. Twitter is yet another lonely heart club for people who need someone to communicate with. There is nothing wrong with this in the society where about a half of the population suffers of one or another form of depression. I need to get out of this place. Will I come back? Maybe. Just maybe. But if you were thinking of following me, don “t bother.

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