What a Twit

It turns out -- and I don't know how this could be possible, but apparently it is -- I am not one of the young hip kids any more. And yes, the fact that I even use the word "hip" in that context is a clue. I mean, I'm not old or anything because that's, you know, people in their seventies. But I'm not the person who thinks all the latest gadgets have any possible use other than annoying people.

The weirdest part about getting older is that I completely forget about it, and then I read things that claim Facebook is for old people and I am hit in the face with it again.

So against my better judgement, I've opened a Twitter account. (Okay, really I've opened the Twitter account as part of taking the writing career seriously.) I hadn't opened one before now because I couldn't figure out the point.

I still can't.

For me Facebook is for keeping track of how my actual real-life friends are doing. My friends list is small. I know every single person in real life.

In contrast, Twitter is like being bombarded with stuff thrown by random strangers. I follow less than 50 people and a couple of those aren't really active. With those select few, I can literally hit refresh all day long and pretty much always have something new to read. And I don't even follow Scalzi.

I also have 16 followers and I only know who half of them are. For some reason there are accounts that follow everybody. I don't understand why. Is my confusion because I'm too old? Why would some hockey player want to follow me? I mean, I know I'm hilarious, but am I really that much funnier than the hundreds of thousands of other people he follows?

WAIT A MINUTE! I just checked my follower list and the hockey guy is no longer on there! That bastard unfollowed me! I can't believe it. If I could remember his name I would give him a piece of my mind!

Anyhow... maybe I'll figure the whole Twitter thing out. Or maybe it will be like the dashboard in my new car and I'll just continue to look at it and shake my head.

Only time will tell.