It took a while. And, I’m very proud of how long I lasted. But the time had to some when i would eventually conform to the social norms and make a Twitter account.


End of civilisation.

As a pessimist and a cynic these trends are normally easy for me to ignore. I made a MySpace and forgot the password after a week, and never logged in again. It took me till late in my high school life to make a Facebook account. I only check it because my gormless Uni classmates can’t handle e-mail.

Why am I cynical of Twitter? Pfft, why aren’t you?

No one wants to hear our inane ramblings nor do they care about what colour socks I’m wearing (no normal, well adjusted person anyway). I know for a fact that it fuels peoples need to have ‘followers’. It is a meaningless string of numbers that creates the delusion of popularity. This happens because people are thick as pig shit and confuse acknowledgement of existing with recognition for success.

Your 140 characters aren’t witty or clever, existential or meaningful, intelligent or pithy. You just love bandwagons and don't mind using an IM that's open to the world.

So why did I sign up?

Fuck if I know. Perhaps I’m a masochist and I crave disappointment. What can I say other than: I'm human.

In my final act of defiance all up in the face of conformism and due to my shame, I’m not going to link to my profile.