TWITTER ADDICTION

I used to laugh at the Twitter-holics. Can't people find a better use for their time? It seemed like a way stalking had just become easier. Now I have to admit I think I have a Twitter problem. I first realized it when someone was sitting in front of my desk discussing something important with me and I was checking Twitter on my iPhone while holding it under my desk. It's a sickness.


If Facebook is the crack of the internet, Twitter is the heroin. I don't really have an addictive personality. When I quit smoking, I just set them down and walked away. I've always prided myself in being able to resist addiction. What the hell happened? Do I really need to tell the universe my random thoughts and give witty replies to others' tweets? Apparently so.

Although I find myself in love with Twitter now, I think there are some who have a more serious problem than I do. I think a lot of them tweet so much that they forget the whole world can read what they are posting. If they only realized I'm sure they would think before they tweet. Some of the celebrities are the worst. They actually make plans with their friends on Twitter, letting every lunatic in the world know when and where they are going to be. Smart, really smart. It's like a TMZ magnet.


I keep about four windows open on my browser at all times; my email, this blog, another random blog, and Twitter. There could be worse things I guess. It started as a guilty pleasure reading others' thoughts. Now I can't get enough. It's like breathing. I was in a restaurant tonight with business associates and could not wait to get the hell out of there so I could check twitter. Now that's sick! Even as I write this I am pausing every 30 seconds to check Twitter and make the occasional tweet. Is there a rehab program for this?