I always thought Twitter was a terrible idea.
What could you possibly say in 140 characters or less that means anything? Why have we become a culture that collects tiny, vulnerable fragments of other people’s lives and judges them as worthy or unworthy based on how witty we think they are? How can we value questions without easy answers if we cater to attention spans that stopped reading this blog after the first sentence?
In some ways, I still have those concerns. But I also see the value in Twitter for several reasons I won’t get into here.
More importantly, though, I realized that my concerns about Twitter were completely hypocritical.
Let me explain.
Today, I started a Twitter account. (@mondayheretic after Be a Heretic Monday.)
Today, I also passed by hundreds of strangers in a big city, most of whom I will never see again. Some of them talked too loudly or smelled bad or didn’t do a good job of managing their children, and I resented them for this, or for the simple fact that they were in my way. I did not meet their eyes. I did not wonder what their stories were.
I smiled and said, “Have a nice day” to the sales clerk even though I really didn’t care if she had a nice day or not, and the smile barely flickered to my eyes before dying.
I experienced life in 140 characters or less, and I was okay with that.