From writer Larry Carlat and the New York Times, “Confessions of a Tweeter” is a must-read for anyone who’s ever felt even a little a bit burdened by social media. Lord knows I have, much as I appreciate Twitter and all the amazing connections it’s helped me make over the years. Carlat writes:
Soon my entire life revolved around tweeting. I stopped reading, rarely listened to music or watched TV. When I was out with friends, I would duck into the bathroom with my iPhone. I tweeted while driving, between sets of tennis, even at the movies. (“I love holding your hand in the dark.”) When I wasn’t on Twitter, I would compose faux aphorisms that I might use later. I began to talk that way too. I sounded like a cross between a Barbara Kruger installation and a fortune cookie. I posted every hour on the hour, day and night, using a Web site that enabled me to tweet while asleep.
It was an obsession. And like most obsessions, no good came of it.
However much or little you relate, the piece is a good reminder to keep control as you’re swept up in the stream.
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