Dear Readers, I have a confession.
I twitter and I don’t know why. In fact, speaking as a baby boomer that’s not getting any younger at an alarming rate, I predict that “I twitter and I don’t know why!” will be the new aging-boomer catch phrase that officially replaces, “I’ve fallen and I can’t get up!”
I have a feeling it all boils down to Bob Hope
Do I have any idea why I twitter? I have tweeted 696 times. But to what purpose? To what end? Frankly, I suspect since I have to ask, I’m too old to be twittering (or is it tweeting?).
I think understanding Twitter is one of those generational-gap phenomenons that were so popular in back the 60’s — where we baby boomers would roll our eyes when our parents laughed at Bob Hope wearing a Beatles wig while singing, “she loves you, yeah yeah yeah”. Only now instead of Bob Hope, hashish and shaggy hair we’ve got Louis CK, hash tags and Friday Follow.
Hey what’s everybody talking about? I said what’s everybody talking about? Hello?
Twitter, for me, is like being in a group of people where everyone is laughing and talking about something — but I’m late to the conversation and I can never quite get the gist of what they are discussing.
So I just try faking it by smiling and laughing along hoping I’ll figure it out in minute. During a lull, I might ask the person next to me what everyone is talking about, and just as they are about to fill me in, somebody says something funny and the person starts laughing again and never gets back to me.
Now Just Slow Down There A Minute Sonny . . . Granny don’t go that fast!
Take this morning for instance. I went to my twitter account and I saw that a blogger who used to have a funny WordPress blog is now a comedian. So I tweeted a reply congratulating him and went to click out of Twitter one second later and saw that he had already replied to my reply. And he has thousands of followers! How can he go so fast? That’s what this old lady wants to know? (Btw, you can follow Rob https://twitter.com/MyHairyLife — maybe, I don’t know.)
And so I put it to you, Dear Readers. Why do you tweet? What is the purpose of tweeting? I would love to know why I tweet from those of you young enough to understand why.
I thank you in advance, and, as a lovely parting gift for reading this far, I will leave you with a few of my favorite tweets:
Good friends are a lot like this can of Spam in my cupboard; always there for me, and I know I can eat them in an emergency.
Giving up on your dreams can actually be very relaxing.
These days George Lucas’s first film is just known as “Thanks! 1138″.
I’m trouble with a capital ‘T’. But only when I’m at the start of a sentence or a proper noun.
Have a great weekend everyone!
Until next time . . . I love you