Why Twitter??

I just don't get Twitter.  I don't understand it's appeal at all.  I've tried liking it, really, I have.  But it's so lonely-feeling.  I know facebook is full of junk, but at least it's lively.  I can see pictures of my friends, pictures of their friends, and even pictures of things I'd rather not see.  I am constantly bombarded with updates and images and activities and events and messages...  You fellow facebook fans know what I mean.

Although blogs are less animated than facebook, I love them too.  Some of the imaginary friendships I've established are dear to me.  (I sound like a complete LOSER, I know.)  Trav-O and Tracie make me piss my pants on a daily basis.  I love how Melissa and Aimee keep it real.  Nancy touches my bipolarity.  One day she'll bring out a great, big belly laugh; the next day I get all warm and fuzzy and emotional.  Even my real-life friends who blog rock my world pretty regularly.

Twitter, though??  Just a stream of meaningless comments from some random folks with whom I have no actual relationship.  Even my real friends who I follow on twitter seem to have abandoned the place.  The last comment I received from Nick was in March of last year.  *Insert theme from The Good, the Bad, and the Ugly*  Twitter is like a ghost town.

I have this mental picture of tumbleweeds rolling across my screen when I log in.  I'm all alone.  In a creepy little ghost town.  Just me, the tumbleweeds, some dust, and that ghost playing piano in the abandoned saloon.  You never had a rope around your neck. Well, I'm going to tell you something. When that rope starts to pull tight, you can feel the Devil bite your ass.  (I don't know what that's all about.  I just stole it from the movie, The Good, the Bad, and the Ugly.  I like it; I'm keeping it.)

Aw, hell...the memories of old westerns.  Old westerns I had to watch because my dad was the ruler of our house, and we only had one television... 

Note to self:  Do not ramble about nonsense blog until you've had your morning caffeine and meds.