Twitter, Oxford Circus & Rush Hour

June 25th, 2008 | Global

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Twitter and the iScatterling no longer have a realtionship.

This boy’s deleted his Twitter account. Ooooooh!

Next logical question is: Why? Click below to find out.

Twitter, Oxford Circus & Rush Hour

Why did I delete the Twitter account? Because finally, I found Twitter so school playground juvenile. And as exemplified in the photo above of a crowded Oxford St, at Twitter I also felt claustrophobic and worryingly, very competitive which is not too mature an attitude to have in social-networking is it?

Juxtapose the above against the unutterably inane commentaries being typed out for no real purpose rhyme or reason and then unbelievably get posted, you can begin to see how I started to realise the pointlessness of being a Tweeter. By the way, I also composed and posted stupid nonsense & inane crap.

There these 146 character statements are, hanging out to be read or as happens in most instances, skimmed over in the lustful rush to find a juicier morsel to fulfil one’s knowledge void about the pasta in Tampa being the best in the west. No it isn’t. The best pasta in the west is available at Bertollini’s at Nailsea, Somerset, England, Earth.

The unwritten rule of Twitter about the Following to Followers ratio just reminded me about the Facebook scene. And as I so detest FB due to the brainless cacophony of invitations to become a “friend” who turned me off it. Everyone at Twitter wants to have a vastly better number of followers than the number you are following thus proving how popular you are.

Oh god it’s the “I’ve got the biggest penis” syndrome again. How shallow. How juvenile. It’s a fad and like all juveniles, me included, I jumped on the bandwagon. But now I want out. And watch out for the mass evacuation from Twitter like rats from a ship when all the A-listers start cottoning on that the difference between Twittering and blogging is that in 146 characters you do not enhance your reputation a jot. Instead, you can demean it.

Clamouring for attention and ratings and this and that popularity crown is best left to those who can enjoy and thrive on the shallow, plastic competition. Because when it boils down to it - that is exactly how I think Twitter is being treated by its participants - a competition. Until someone explains to me in simple English exactly what twitter does to enhance my knowledge about life, relationships, business and the universe, I will think of Twitter as being nothing more than a gimmick. And yes I am jealous I did not think of and develop it because now I could be sitting back, concluding some multi-million buck advertising deal and laughing all the way to the bank at your expense.

Who can remember the 4th last Tweet they composed 30 hours ago? Who can remember your 4th last tweet of today? Nobody. See what I mean? Where is the value and fair exchange? Nowhere. All you achieve at Twitter is make monologues constructed of 146 characters in total. Tell me where precisely is the finesse? Is it an art form yet? Has the benchmark tweet been created and set on high for all to emulate?

Where does the education begin and end in that 146 characters only tome? What quality am I deriving on Twitter? Some might say, “Err but you are a part of a social-media community aren’t you? So be happy about that!” Well no actually.

If I wanted community I’d go stand close to the Oxford Circus tube entrance/exit from 4pm for that. The crush of humans each focused solely on escaping the city or coming to do some shopping is something certainly in my life I must miss at all costs.