So after a few weeks of, um, tweeting, I’ve decided that I kind of enjoy it although I’m not sure I can fully articulate why. I entered the fray as a skeptic to say the very least, but I have to admit that it’s grown on me.
If I had to describe the service concisely, I’d say that it’s IRC without the noise and instant messaging without the immediacy. The first is a good thing, the latter is probably a push. I also like that I can vent, think and write without feeling like I should be expecting a response or like I owe someone else a response when they do the same. There’s no, how do I phrase this, pressure of actual dialog. That sounds sad and antisocial, but sometimes it’s kind of convenient. As @sunrisedesign so congenially pointed out the other day, I often use Twitter as a vehicle for self-communication.
Short story: I didn’t think I’d have much use for it when I started and that’s probably true – I don’t have much use for it. Nonetheless, I’m having fun with it. What’s life without a little inexplicable whimsy?