Tuesday, March 2, 2010

Facebook ≠ Twitter

I hate Twitter. I always have, and I always will. It is the ultimate stalking device ever created. I never use it, but I'm sure that some people post stupid things about their life that other people have no need of knowing: when they poop, what they did last night...whatever. My sister was talking about this, and she said that in one of her classes, they talked about how the internet and networking sites makes it possible for you to know everything about a person, and everything they do, without actually interacting with, or even meeting them. She told me about this website called robme.com. Everytime you post anything online (Facebook, twitter, what have you) it goes on this website, and it helps people rob your house. Ridiculous? You posted it, loser.

There are some days, when I look at someone's Facebook, and decide that they are really bothering me. If they were in the room with me right then, I would not talk to them, and sit there in a bitter silence. And the sad part about this, is...they don't even need to be my 'friend' in order for me to get annoyed. There is a boy that lives in the same apartment complex that I do, we will call N. I was looking at his facebook tonight, and holy crap. Let me share with you just a few of his recent updates: 'N is hungry but really shouldn't and can't eat. it sucks trying to loose weight! seriously, i should go munch on some carrots.' 'N is at the gym and really doesnt want to be tonight' (Leave then maybe?) 'N just woke up from a nap and had one of the strangest dreams', 'N is at the gym and the guy on the machine next to me smells really bad', (Maybe, it's because he's actually working out, and not updating his facebook and probably twitter about how bad you might smell. and then...'N is at the gym and my machine is squeaking and so is the one behind me and its driving me crazy!' I think it's time N stops going to they gym. It sounds like he has bad luck.

Another girl I went to high school with, and had the misopportunity of sharing a room with on tour, also enjoys posting things about her life on her facebook page. In the form of bodily noises, but on a computer. And then some. Things like: 'I really love all the Backstreet Boys new albums', 'You know, destist appointments are fine. I'm okay with going and everything...the only thing that scares the crapoodles outta me is the stinkin' sound of that drill. You know which one... The one that sends shivers down your spine... Yup. That's the one... *Shiver*', and 'I just took my first business exam and that little timer freaks me out! I got down to the 3 minute mark and I almost had to grab a paper bag! Phew! Glad I finished in time! :]' and 'I love looking up and staring at my new poster above her computer. I could stare at the Salvatore Brothers alllllll day.... Mmmm... Yummy! Omigosh they're soooo smoldering.... :] Hehehehehe....<3 *Sigh*' Okay. A few things: 1- Never openly admit to liking the Backstreet Boys. What are you...in 3rd grade? 2- Crapoodles? Really? 3-If I didn't know the sound of that drill, I do now because you typed it out for me, and said shiver count it: twice. 4-What are we in? A cartoon? Phew! Who says that, really? 5-Please keep your barfing tendancies to yourself, thank you very much. 6- I don't even want to comment on the last one I mentioned, because it makes me sick reading it. I don't know who the Salvatore Brothers are, and I have no intention of ever finding out. Needless to say, the "Hide" feature is by far a favorite of mine.

My main point in posting this, is: Twitter is for saying all the little things you do in a day. Facebook is a social networking site. It's made for you to stay in touch with each other, and write on your friends' wall....not your own. That's why they made Twitter. So please keep things about people you see at the gym that smell, and cute posters with attractive looking men on Twitter, and off of Facebook.

I could find millions of more examples of this, but it's late, and I am exhausted. Or else I totally would. I feel the world should be educated.


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