Picture 1160Twitter rubs me the wrong way.

Perhaps I’m showing my age here, but I have a deep-seated resistance to Twitter. On the real, I’ve resented it ever since my introduction to the networking platform about a year ago. I never “got it”, if you will. I’m as social as the next Clutchette, but everything started to sound like gibberish after the “it’s a way to keep up with friends” explanation takes hold. I mean, what ever happened to the phone, email or texting?

Oddly enough however, frustration borne of assisting my technophobic mother with an online purchase was the impetus for me to sign on to this new craze that’s sweeping the nation.

What exactly is Twitter anyway?
According to the network itself, “Twitter is without a doubt the best way to share and discover what is happening right now.” I’ll have to take their word for it because from my naïve yet antiquated perspective, it all looks like Sanskrit to me – either that or a jacked-up stock ticker.

What is the point of it all?
Texting is thing of beauty precisely because it allows one to forego the bs and get directly to the point. But Twittering baffles my head. A moderate data junky, I like having access to new information, yet again, from my novice viewpoint, Twitter provides nothing short of sensory overload. The endless scroll of links and characters tend to overwhelm me. By the way, I am fully aware of how much I sound like a rigid old person, but surely I’m not the only young-ish adult who feels this way (am I)?

To get non-stop updates, can’t we just visit the source itself, or is Twitter bypassing the need to do so? This is not an accusation, rather a sincere plea for understanding.

What I can’t understand is the use of this application. Is the idea to broadcast at-will, updating my fellow twitter pals as to the ‘exciting’ revelations & activities of the day? I can see how this is useful for a business, but how does this relate to the average Josephina whose daily life consists run-of-the-mill pursuits? I love my pals, but I’m not sure I need to be aware of the random stuff that happens in their daily goings-ons, and vice versa.

My Very Own Twitter Account.
I had the nerve to join the club recently. That part was easy enough, but what happened next justified every ounce of disdain I had for the social networking service. All I wanted to do was find the Twitter page of a dear friend’s blog, and I tell you – to this day I have still been unable to do so. I had the correct name for the site, but am continually re-directed back to the search page every time I attempt to find it. When I say every time, I mean every time. The words feeble, and frustrated don’t even begin to describe how I feel in this instance.

You see, I was always under the impression that Twitter had some sort of pleasurable aspect to it, but where’s the joy in struggling to do something as basic as become a follower of one of your favorite blogs? Eventually I may actually relinquish my recalcitrant ways and ask for a little assistance in the matter, until that time, I will reluctantly continue my efforts.

I guess there is hope for me in the end. I once held similar objections in regards to Facebook before I allowed myself to explore its positive applications. Perhaps it’s not an age thing at all, besides, I’ve always been a bit of a skeptic (however, I think the former may be a tad more accurate in my case). Needless to say, I now have a whole new level of compassion for my dear mother. Together, I believe we can overcome our technophobia, one platform at a time.

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