no...i would not like to tweet.

Twitter.

A horrific social networking site that, I personally, refuse to see the point of.

It is popular among teens, adults who have absolutely nothing to do with their pointless lives, and celebrities...and you already know how I feel about celebrities.

The site is stupid, idiotic, and pointless beyond measure.

And yet, for some odd reason, I acquire a Twitter account.

I was told by my friends that I needed to get "hip." (A term used to describe ones knowledge toward a current fad)

So, stupid me, decided to get a Twitter. I got on, followed a few of my friends and decided to compose my first "tweet."

It was a frightful endeavor.

My hands were trembling as a tried to type a glorious sentence or phrase into that little white space that only allowed 140 characters. Drips of sweat began to trickle down the sides of my face. My legs were becoming numb (probably due to the fact that I had been sitting in the same position on my chair for a good 2 hours). My eyes began to burn with frustration, for I was sick of staring at that blank space on my computer screen.

My mind was at a stand still.

I couldn't think of anything.

What was I to say? "I had a crappy day at school today." "I hate butterflies." "This is my first tweet and I don't know what to say."

Stupid ideas. Nobody would be interested.

I refreshed the page, and surprisingly, I already had 6 followers.

...I didn't even "tweet" anything yet.

I really wanted to compose a tweet now. It was a new endeavor I had to face. A new journey I had to complete. It was my ultimate goal to successfully compose a cohesive tweet.

So, I decided to look on my friends' pages for a guide on what to say.

What I saw confused me to the highest extent.

They were documenting their every thought. Their every move. Every second...a new tweet.  People had thousands of tweets. Thousands. And I couldn't even think of one.

Then, thousands of questions entered my mind. "How are they able to constantly write about what's going on in their heads?" "Are they bored or something?" "Is something wrong with me?" "Why can't I just say what's on my mind?"

So I attempted to compose this dreadful tweet again. I redirected to my profile, clicked the button to compose the tweet, and tried to type one more time.

Nothing. I couldn't think of anything. Maybe my mind was too consumed with the fact that I couldn't think of anything to tweet.

But then, I started to gain some sense.

Why do people believe it's necessary to document their every thought? I'm sorry, but I honestly don't think the statement "Omg, I love chicken" is ever going to help me in life.

People don't care that I had a crappy day at school, that I hate butterflies, or that I can't think of anything to tweet.

If they do, well, I question their sanity.

Social networking and I are in a strict Love-Hate relationship. I find it useful and helpful when trying to connect with people that I don't necessarily see everyday. But seriously, there is no need share one's every thought or action. Nobody cares that you just ate a bologna sandwich. Well, I don't.

Can we use social networking properly? To connect with people? To network? Not post what we're thinking every 2 seconds.

Well, to finish off my story, I got off of Twitter that night, and have only been on it once since then. I have a total of 2 tweets and almost 30 followers (not much compared to my friends).

I haven't tweeted in about a month.

I plan on keeping my Twitter account. Refusing to tweet.