"Follow Me" and everything is alright...or is it?

Friday, January 22, 2010

So, I'm sitting here, completely in denial about the fact that I'm addicted to the computer and I look over at an ad. The ad has the Red M&M on it and the caption says "Follow Red on Twitter."

Now, take a moment to let that sink in.

Follow the Red M&M on Twitter. Did we all take shrooms? Are M&M's alive and no one told me? Last time I checked, sober, M&M's weren't alive. And yet we're supposed to follow them on Twitter? Seriously? I can't handle it. That was the M&M on the cake, so to speak. Twitter has got to stop, methinks. Honestly, who cares? Who really cares? Yes, I have a blog but as I've stated, it's just for rants. Yes, I totally plugged my blog on my FF account. But do I expect everyone to hang on my every word? To agree with everything I'm saying and laugh along with me and smile and cry and all that jazz with me? No! I just want someone to look at the thing. And hey, if they never come back, no skin off of my nose. If no one ever looks at this blog ever, I'm pretty sure I'll get over it. In fact, I am.

Back to Twitter. What do you think you would do if someone came up to you on the street and asked to "Follow you?" Would accept that? Or would you call the cops. If you had any sense at all, you'd call the cops. And yet loads and loads of people are following each other one Twitter.


What a wonderful choice of word. A bunch of followers, this society is. Now, I'm not going to lie: I do my share of following. I wear clothes (none of them but the Chucks on my feet are name brand, but I wear them.) I buy brand name shampoo because it makes my hair soft and smell good and I buy name brand food because I sometimes don't trust store brand. And, of course, I have many more following downfalls. But to hang on someone's 150 character plus "tweet?" I would never allow myself to stoop so low. If I wanted to know what someone had to say, I'd send them an email, letter, phone call, text, not check their Twitter. You know why? Because I care. Maybe not enough. Maybe not as much as I should. But I can definitely say that I'm being less lazy than those who check someone's tweet. Not to mention, the Tweets that I've seen are beyond boring.

"Just took a dump"

"Work was killer!"

"Breakfast, work, gym"

"I'm having a miscarriage during my meeting! Sure saves on abortion!"

Okay, so the last one isn't boring, but that was a legitimate tweet, albeit paraphrased by me. I mean, what has our society come to that we're so narcissistic to post things like that? Do you honestly think I care about that? Even when I ask you personally "Hey, what are you up to?" Do I really care or am I making conversation? I'd like to say that I really cared. But usually, I don't. And I think most people are the same way.

Now, that offers a counter argument: Are we narcissistic in the fact that we don't care? In the fact that we only ask what someone's up to if we have ulterior motives with them?

On another note: What's the big deal with being famous nowadays? Hey, I'd love the money too, but I'm being realistic. But no, everyone has to have a famous blog/vlog, everyone has to get their hit song out. Fame, fame, fame. It's all just flying over my head and I feel like...I don't know. I feel angered. Can ya tell? Anywho...rant over.


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