The Full Circle of Twitter

I enjoy Twitter quite a bunch. It works if one participates. Here is one guy’s experience:

• He sits in his room – no one to talk to. Quiet . Alone with his thoughts.
• He discovers Twitter.
• He looks at it, but puts it off.
• Later he looks again, and, for the heck of it, joins it.
• There’s no one to read. He sits alone.
• So he follows someone. Hey, someone to read.
• He follows another. Another to read. Not much – but he sees everything written.
• So he follows more and more. And gets more followers. Lots to read. And he reads most of them.
• And he follows more. And more follow back. And now the trickle of the little tweets forms a stream. But he manages to see many. But certainly not all.
• And he follows more. And more follow back. And the stream becomes a river. He is now seeing a smaller portion of the messages. But he occasionally sees one – or a few. “Wow that was nice.”
• So he tweets and retweets.
• And the river becomes a torrent. But he is seeing less and less. The mass of tweets becomes more than his two eyes can see.
• So he gets Tweetdeck. It helps.
• But he then gets multiple rivers – each becoming a torrent.
• He now has 1000’s and 1000’s of followers.
• The cacophony of begins to feel and look like the march of ants marching across a desert – near impossible to focus upon any one.
• So, one day, he sits at the computer, and thinks of his innumerable  followers.
• And he writes, “hi”.
• He tweets this out to his throngs.
• Tick – tock – tick – tock
• No one responds.
• More time…..
• Did anyone hear?
• The sun moves through the sky….
• Nothing. The tweet stream moving along – the bits of data flowing by with no hint of recognition.
• And then it hits him. He hasn’t read too many tweets lately, either  – though they flow in like the water from Niagara.
• And, suddenly, he feels alone.
• And thus he sits in his room – no one to talk to. Quiet.  Alone with his thoughts.

Hey – it’s just a story. 🙂

Ken Risley