Ashton Twitters. Congress Twitters. And now even Oprah Twitters. Which leads me to believe that it can’t be good.
I will admit that I often develop strong harsh feelings to very random things for almost no reason at all. Just this week I decided to hate avocados. Their evil in disguise. I also hate Sir Mix-A-Lot’s Baby Got Back because I heard it too many times in one weekend in college. I have left bars, parties, even wedding receptions because of this song. But my one great reason for disliking something is when millions upon millions of people are all suddenly into it.
I never had a myspace page. I just got an ipod a couple of months ago (and am very unhappy I did because in one week our playlist was deleted,and apple raised their prices. ) If everyone around me is doing something, I feel this need to shun it.
Now, I know what your thinking. “But Nikki you have a blog. Blog’s aren’t very original.” But no one I personally know has one. So I’m still being an individual within my own community. Plus I don’t share everything. There’s a lot of posts that I’ve deleted because I thought they might be crossing the TMI border.
I’m also on facebook, but at the time hardly any of my friends were on there. Now everyone I know is on there. The day my mother joins is the day I {might} close my account. (Sorry mom, but it’s true.)
I love sharing with people, but do we really need to keep each other updated on every minute of our day? Really? Where’s the mystery?
The funny thing about all this over-communication is that I feel like we now have less to share when we actually see each other face to face. I already know how your week went, so what’s the point in meeting for drinks. You gave the play by play of your date last night on facebook, so what’s the point in calling me to gush.
I for one would like us all to take a day for some inner reflection. One day where we just sat queitly and didn’t feel compelled to share our thoughts at every minute. A day to get in touch with our inner loner. One day to just Twitter with ourselves.
Er…wait…no…you know what I meant.








