I would like to preface this post by saying that the following is only my opinion. Please feel free to pour the margaritas, and rim the glasses liberally with salt before continuing to read....
I just don't get IT. Twitter. All the rage! Is it just me? Maybe it's an age thing. Somehow at the deliciously ripe age of 46, dipping into Twitter would make me feel well... kind of like a middle-aged woman wearing clothes designed for a 20 year old. Or having a thong leaking out of my pants. You can be sexy in your 40's without dressing as if...
Let's just say it...I'd feel like a TWIT. Just in case you didn't know, a twit is a foolishly annoying person. And I don't believe that is the intention. If you use Twitter, you're cool, hip and cutting edge. Well, I'm not sure I want to be cutting edge. I just don't want to be plugged in at all hours of the day and night. I have a cell phone. I blog. I spend hours time on the internet. I have a land line telephone and I email throughout the day. And really, my innermost thoughts are just not all that interesting. When I do get what I think is a juicy little thought, I save it for my blog posts. And there you have it...
Do not hate me because I don't get Twitter... I think I'd rather keep the illusion going on in my head that I'm hip, cool and with IT without Twitter. It's a fragile illusion and at 46 you've got to hold on tight to your fishnets.
** Cat in the Hat by Dr. Seuss picture courtesy of Google Images
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