Sure Sign of Twitter Overdose

Foggy Day II

The thing about online pres­ence and social net­work­ing is this: some­times you get to read too much about some­one. Their where­abouts, the music they’re lis­ten­ing, the food they are eat­ing, are post­ed there on Twit­ter, and we real­ly couldn’t care less about it. Yet when they’re absent and we haven’t seen any sta­tus updates for awhile, we sort of, kind of, miss them. Does it mean that you’ve been con­di­tioned to care after under­go­ing the tor­ture of read­ing TMI updates for so long or is it just in us to care? Or should I search and replace the “we” and “us” in this para­graph to “I” and “me”? Because that’s how it gets with me.

I real­ly don’t care about the minor details, but I do need to know that the peo­ple I know — even if I only know them vir­tu­al­ly — are fine. Sure you might think I don’t care about you because you prob­a­bly don’t care about me or my well-being, but some­how, in a way I can’t quite explain, I do care about you. I just don’t need to know where you are or what you’re doing every frickin’ minute! I’m sure your stalk­ers would appre­ci­ate such updates but please, just think about the com­mon, non-stalk­er­ly pop­u­la­tion, mmmkay?

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  1. stalk­ers do seem to care when you go to the bath­room and such non­sense. i get real­ly tired of read­ing inspi­ra­tional quotes on twit­ter or whether or not some­one is breast­feed­ing.

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