I had to stop and think about this one.
It all started when someone on Twitter, claimed I was dependent on the site for a daily existence. At first glance, anyone could say that. Look at my timeline: some 35-40 tweets a day, following 200 odd people, a follower count of 2000+ and an obsession with contributing to conversations I know nothing about. If that wasn't enough, I have this need to tweet every random thought that crosses my mind.
"While I spend so much time in my bathroom, I realise my floor has 251 tiles"
"Oooooh....A car just ran over me,I'm in excruciating pain, and I might even be dying, but wait, let me Twitpic that for you!"
It all started when someone on Twitter, claimed I was dependent on the site for a daily existence. At first glance, anyone could say that. Look at my timeline: some 35-40 tweets a day, following 200 odd people, a follower count of 2000+ and an obsession with contributing to conversations I know nothing about. If that wasn't enough, I have this need to tweet every random thought that crosses my mind.
"While I spend so much time in my bathroom, I realise my floor has 251 tiles"
"Oooooh....A car just ran over me,I'm in excruciating pain, and I might even be dying, but wait, let me Twitpic that for you!"
So. Yeah. at a glance, I'd say I was dependent too. But my ego, which generally competes with Pam Anderson's silicon valley in terms of size, didn't let me accept that I am of course, dependent, on the site, and thus, I ended up accepting the challenge that was extended to me.
In true Khatron ke Khiladi style, minutes after I accepted said challenge, said challenger revoked the challenge leaving me with decision that could change humanity. OK. Maybe not humanity, but me at least. I took one of those famed *deep breaths*, rolled my eyes, gave one of those cinematic "I'm doing this for myself" speeches, and, well, decided to stay off Twitter for a month anyway.
I found out, that I'm not dependent on Twitter, 2 days into the challenge.
Yay. (I'm saying this "yay" in the most disinterested, non-enthusiastic, annoyed manner ever, so you better imagine it like that.)
Of course, I also discovered, that it was the Worst. Decision. Ever. You'll find out why, shortly.
How did I achieve this immortal task of finding out about my non-dependency on Twitter so soon, you ask? No, no, I don't have any super powers. It was very simple, actually. OK, wait, it wasn't. If it was THAT simple, it'd have taken me 10 minutes. The reason it took me 48 hours was because I asked myself the million dollar question:
"What did I do, before I joined Twitter...twitter...twitter?" (yes, yes, echo effect and all)
"Well, that's simple, there was Facebook, with Farmville, and Restaurant City,and Pirates vs. Ninjas. vs Werewolves and Crazy Taxi and...and...and...."
"No, no, MUCH before that!"
"Ohhh yeah, there was Orkut and Blogger and StumbleUpon!!"
"Er... Before that."
"Hi5?"
"No."
"Yahoo chat?"
"#facepalm. Before ALL of that!"
"I was too young to use the Internet. Or we didn't have a computer. One of the two. Also, I had school, and homework, and games class and Library period, and...and...and.. (cue Bodhi tree lighting effect and spring water sound effect) .. A LIFE!"
Instantly, two things became clear as brand new Saint-Gobain window. One, is that I'm not addicted to Twitter, I'm addicted to the Internet. Two, I had a life before I discovered the Internet.
So, remember I was telling you about taking a Twitter break being the worst decision ever? I have recently started working in a new job, which most people I know would testify as the coolest working environment ever (Non-restricted Internet, Free food, Awesome work timings and more), and well, I have nothing of great importance to do here, and thanks to my resonating stupidity, I can't tweet. I can't bore my timeline with tiny details of how empty this room is, or annoy them with explanations of how awesome the food I had for lunch was. Of course, asking me to break my Twitter break would be like asking Baba Ramdev to eat for peace. Either that, or I'm terrible at analogies. Hence, to make up for time lost by not-tweeting at work, I'm writing blog posts like this one. Only one problem. I can't pimp this blog post on Twitter and get more comments than I normally would. Sigh.
Excuse me, what is the procedure to get a life?
I found out, that I'm not dependent on Twitter, 2 days into the challenge.
Yay. (I'm saying this "yay" in the most disinterested, non-enthusiastic, annoyed manner ever, so you better imagine it like that.)
Of course, I also discovered, that it was the Worst. Decision. Ever. You'll find out why, shortly.
"What did I do, before I joined Twitter...twitter...twitter?" (yes, yes, echo effect and all)
"Well, that's simple, there was Facebook, with Farmville, and Restaurant City,and Pirates vs. Ninjas. vs Werewolves and Crazy Taxi and...and...and...."
"No, no, MUCH before that!"
"Ohhh yeah, there was Orkut and Blogger and StumbleUpon!!"
"Er... Before that."
"Hi5?"
"No."
"Yahoo chat?"
"#facepalm. Before ALL of that!"
"I was too young to use the Internet. Or we didn't have a computer. One of the two. Also, I had school, and homework, and games class and Library period, and...and...and.. (cue Bodhi tree lighting effect and spring water sound effect) .. A LIFE!"
Instantly, two things became clear as brand new Saint-Gobain window. One, is that I'm not addicted to Twitter, I'm addicted to the Internet. Two, I had a life before I discovered the Internet.
So, remember I was telling you about taking a Twitter break being the worst decision ever? I have recently started working in a new job, which most people I know would testify as the coolest working environment ever (Non-restricted Internet, Free food, Awesome work timings and more), and well, I have nothing of great importance to do here, and thanks to my resonating stupidity, I can't tweet. I can't bore my timeline with tiny details of how empty this room is, or annoy them with explanations of how awesome the food I had for lunch was. Of course, asking me to break my Twitter break would be like asking Baba Ramdev to eat for peace. Either that, or I'm terrible at analogies. Hence, to make up for time lost by not-tweeting at work, I'm writing blog posts like this one. Only one problem. I can't pimp this blog post on Twitter and get more comments than I normally would. Sigh.
Excuse me, what is the procedure to get a life?
8 public opinions:
Heh! I remember doing something similar 3-4 months ago. The thing that kept staring at me was the enormous amount of time I had at hand with nothing to do. The subconscious would, at times, grab the phone and begin the crime of logging on to Twitter/Facebook & the conscious would spring back to life. A war would ensue. That is how I killed time. By letting the conscious kill its sub.
Eventually, I realised... Ok. I'll let you come to that realisation yourself! Enjoy the time out. I'm sure you'll find plenty of creative things to do. :)
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Haha, dude. I was wondering where you went. Just yesterday I went on an indefinite break from Twitter (also 'indefinite' cos' I could be back tomorrow without feeling guilty). Anyhow nice to know about your awesome job. And get me one too while you are at it, life that is. Ciao!
Saint Gobain.. Ha ha ha!!
Paper airplanes into people's ears... wasn't that the primary occupation of the pre-internetoric civilization? Living life in 1-D is awful. Have you tried Google + ?
mm.. about life? would suggest you to start reading, pick up some hobbies like photography, traveling..
cheers
It's quite ironic, that it's your twitter profile that brought me here.
If you think going off twitter for a month is tough, try meeting up with a friend somewhere and "accidentally" leaving your phone at home. :)
Cheers.
Great blog. :)
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