You ever play that game? The one where you walk around a small circle and say, “Duck, duck, duck, GOOSE?” Well, the kids have a new fad, and their fingers do the walking. And their techno gizmos do the talking, but how much should they really be saying?
I get texting. It’s a great form of communication. Running late. Make dinner. Meeting at five. Missed the train. With a flick of a thumb, the message is done, and that should be the end of that. But the next generation continues to twitter chatter away, and others find a voice that goes on and on and on.
We all have funny stories to tell, and Twitter provides that platform for us to tweet away. “My brother’s fraternity is located in a not so good area near campus, and these drunk kids were hanging outside, starting trouble. One of the frats decided to go to the bathroom during this, sat on the toilet, and… A fist smashes through the window, striking him in the face. Needless to say, that scared the living…” You get the idea.
Twitter is an interesting cyber world. It connects you to celebrities, feeds you gossip, and tickles your funny bone, and we find a voice. But how much should we be saying? Do we really want to know that Mother Nature came to your house, swinging a baseball bat, and breaking your knee caps, causing a bloody, detailed mess? Do we care that you had a cheese doodle fest with your dog? Do I want to know what you did while watching porn? No. No, thank you. It’s a great thing to have a voice, but sometimes, silence is golden.
And you never know who is following you. We can be anyone that we want to be in the cyber world. Pictures speak a thousand words, but so does Photoshop. You have to watch what you say. Once it’s out there, it can’t be taken back, and you don’t want to feed the vultures at school or work. You need to make sure that the last statement doesn’t bite you in the ass the next day, but we still twitter chatter away.
And Facebook is on the rise. I reluctantly abandoned Myspace and jumped ship to the new, hot social site. I found family and friends waiting with open arms. I swear if I get another Farmville thing… But that’s besides the point. In this cyber port, I get to see what’s going on in the lives of those connected to me. I laugh, I cry, and I shake my head, asking why. We found a voice, and people are listening. And we love to speak, release the onslaught of thoughts denied from pouring forth during the day, and our fingers walk their dance along the keys, jingling with excitement. But how many times can you say, “That’s so cute?”
The world is literally at our fingertips now. We’re not alone. Someone out there is interested in us, in what we have to say, but it’s up to us on how to deliver that message and how much information we should be releasing. There is nothing wrong with twittering about your hopes and dreams. Inspiration are the words that appear in response unless you get an ass, who wants to knock you down a few pegs to make himself feel good. There is nothing wrong with opening your heart and allowing it to cry across the screen, but don’t drown the page. If you’re going to twitter chatter away, say something important, something that would speak to those following you. Don’t waste space going off on a tangent, rambling mindlessly, and making our brains turn to oatmeal. Find a voice, and use it. But remember that what you had for breakfast should be left for your stomach to tell, and beware the details that could come back and haunt you, pictures that should never be sent, even if the popular kids are doing it. So now, it’s your turn. Text, Text, Text, or TWEET.