Drinking the Kool-Aid

March 8, 2009

Or, technically, I guess, the Flavor Aid ’cause ol’ Jimbo was too cheap to fork out 37 cents for the real stuff…

I’ve joined Twitter.  I know I know, I cannot believe it either.  Really, how many of these things do folks need to join?  I first joined Myspace and hated it, but kept it up because, well, sometimes quizes are fun.  Then I was persuaded to join Facebook because it was sooooooooooooo much cooler than Myspace (okay, I still love Facebook and it does kick MS’s ass … unless, of course, you’re 13 years old.)  Now, however, I’ve been recruited to Twitter.  Honestly, I think I dig it because I seem to have some sort of dependency on updating my status.  I don’t really know or care if anyone is reading my status, but for some reason my time and day to day activities seem more valuable when I document them in a little box beside my picture.  Yes, I’m taking donations for therapy.  Occasionally I get a little boost – just this morning, I got a message from a friend I had in high school (okay, a guy I made out with a few times.  Right, like you never made out with your friends…) wishing me good health and hoping I feel better (I’m in the midst of an allergy episode from hell.)  I’m not sure why, but it made me feel so much better.  Long gone are the days of Get Well cards and the like, so I take what I can get.  Twitter is nothing but status updates.  Yes, indeed, unlimited crack.

But it does make me wonder – what has happened to us that we feel the need or desire to reduce ourselves to 140 letters or less?  Are we feeling that insignificant?  And on the same note (but obviously a different key,) do we feel so self important that we must let the world know what we are doing at any given moment of the day?  Maybe it’s the same thing – searching for unity, community, connectedness, importance, by putting a little bit of ourselves out there, a bit at a time.  We need to connect, we need to reach out, we need to be heard.  Twitter doesn’t happen in a vacuum.  The only reason to do it is to share and be shared with.  So, as we sit here in the 21st century, this is happening 140 letters at a time.

What happened to phone calls and lunch dates?

I’ll be sure to let you know when I find out … just check my status.


  1. explain about the comment about defining yourself! Perhaps I’m just looking at it at surface level, but I really didn’t see how it made you feel that it’s ok for others to define you! It made me curious how that made you feel. And if twitter is my fault, apologies in advance! But I’m withyou! I like the fact that you can only do status updates. Btw. His holiness, the DL, is on Twitted. My husband read it in the week magazine, an article about his reasons to join twitter, in case you are interested 🙂
    Hope your Monday is peace filled!

  2. LOL! Girlie, The DH is my homeboy – LOVE HIM. You can see his face in nearly every room in my house (books, meditation cards, spoken cds, etc.)
    Twitter is fun – I voluntarily drank the Kool-Aid, you didn’t force me down and put an IV in.

    I was actually being kind of a devils advocate about the quote. I LOVE the quote, but I think my point is that it said “Define yourself” as if there is another acceptable option – as if anyone else could define you, you know? I’d like a quote that says something like “Defining a human being is like trying to nail jell-o to a tree” or something… I wasn’t offended at all – I really do like the quote — I just wish it were a little more … undefinable!


  3. Um, yeah, it’s early — I meant the DL!! DOH!

  4. Exactly, what you said. I can’t explain it either

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