Anti-Twitter or Just Too Dumb?

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I know I am in the minority here, but I don't see what all the fuss is about with Twitter. Facebook is addicting and social enough, do we really need to know what people are doing all day long? I don't get it.

Ok, so now that I got that out of the way, I have something to confess.

Ready?

I can't figure Twitter out. Not online and not on my iPhone.

So instead of wondering if I'm too old, dumb or girly, I'm going to just say Twitter is overreated.

There. Now I don't need an excuse.

Comments

Raine Chasing said…
I use twitter, but honestly, I'm not too sure what it's all about either. I agree. It is overreated!!! :)
February 7, 2010 at 1:27 PM
chickadeegirl said…
I agree too. I hear about it all day long from people on TV and the radio and I honestly don't understand why I would need to get alerts on my cell phone all day long. I guess I don't need to be "that" in touch. Facebook is enough for me to see friends and family.
February 7, 2010 at 1:51 PM
Lisa Miles said…
That's how I feel. It seems narcissistic (sorry to you Twitterers) to keep posting what you're doing or thinking constantly. Who knows, maybe if I could figure it out I'd like it. But I doubt it.
February 7, 2010 at 2:02 PM
Kelly Miller said…
I could never figure it out either, so I am just staying with FB for now. LOVE reading your blog Lisa :-) ~ Kelly
February 7, 2010 at 2:51 PM
Lisa Miles said…
Thanks, Kelly! I just saw you used to keep a blog (I'm "following" you), but haven't in a long while. You should do it again. You are a beautiful writer, and always have such inspiring things to say!
February 7, 2010 at 2:54 PM
The Kid In The Front Row said…
A lot of people seem to write about wondering what the fuss is with twitter.

I'm starting to get more interested in finding out what the fuss is with getting fussed about why there is a fuss with twitter, fuss-wise.
February 7, 2010 at 3:34 PM
Lisa Miles said…
Let me know if you figure it out:)
February 7, 2010 at 3:42 PM
The Kid In The Front Row said…
I will. Right now I'm just asking around, asking whether I should be fussed as to whether I should be fussed over why people are fussed about Twitter, unfortunately nobody seems to be fussed about my predicament.

I must tweet about this.
February 7, 2010 at 3:46 PM
S.A. Murphy said…
I agree Twitter is way overrated! The social networking is starting to border on "Big Brother"!
February 7, 2010 at 3:56 PM
Melanie Hooyenga said…
It took me a long time to use it more regularly, but lately I've noticed that by following my twitter stream, I don't have to check the news online. The people I follow talk about any breaking news (especially CNN's Breaking News) so it keeps me a little more focused.

Or so I tell myself.

I don't have the energy to work up a huge following or do all the friday follow (#ff) stuff.
February 7, 2010 at 4:16 PM
Lisa Miles said…
Great point, Melanie!
February 7, 2010 at 5:50 PM
transforming_mind said…
At first, I thought twitter was cool because it gave a quick stream of what was going on in my world. However, people started posting when they were going to the bathroom and stuff and it got to the point that I knew a little more about my world than I really cared to. I'll stick with facebook and msnbc :)

http://anevolvingmindset.blogspot.com/
February 8, 2010 at 10:23 PM
Jennifer said…
I must confess I agree with you. Maybe if all of us Twitter Rejects followed each other, we might figure out what it's all about!
February 11, 2010 at 7:07 PM
Lisa Miles said…
JenE, Maybe we should start our own type of Twitter:)
February 11, 2010 at 7:17 PM
Kelly@ JustWrite said…
I KNOW! I have signed up for it, and made an honest attempt. But I REALLY don't get it. There are so many symbols and, what, like ten conversations going on at once? It's very strange...but it does make me feel old.
February 11, 2010 at 10:11 PM
Luna said…
I agree! I've never tried it, but Facebook is enough of a distraction for me. I'm glad I'm not the only one!
February 11, 2010 at 11:06 PM
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