Neal Bowers:  The Rest of the Way
It didn't take long to discover that Twitter is not for me.  After signing on and
declaring myself a "Follower" of a few dozen folks, I found myself privy to
exchanges between people I didn't know.  Mostly, they talked of work; and most
had products or services to promote.  A few people seemed simply to be lonely
and in need of whatever connected feeling Twitter could give them.  I assume
they found out, as I did, that unless you've got actual friends and/or colleagues
who "Follow" you as you are "Following" them, nobody takes any note of what
you say.  I could have declared myself ready to drink a quart of drain-cleaner,
and no one would have noticed.  Tweeters are much too busy hustling
themselves to each other.  For someone not living in a large metropolitan area,
Twitter feels like a huge cocktail party with no one you'd care to talk with and
no one who bothers to talk to you.  So I dumped it and was amazed at how
much it lessened the noise level in my daily life.  I'm absolutely certain that no
one misses me.