These #hashtags that go on for 140 characters saying #thisIsMyPostAndItIsTheBestThingYouHaveEverReadSoYouNeedToStopAndReadItNow… well, I lost interest about 50 characters back, no more like about 67 characters back.
I can understand the use of expletives, and I am certainly not here to judge. If that is what works for you, to express your inner passion, go for it. It is our choice whether or not we pay attention. However, when the last 20 statuses are entirely made up of expletives, with not even an explanation of what you are sharing with us, as far as experiences, well… it leaves us out, not to mention, confused.
I love using my HootSuite app and have found, at times, the whole stream full of one Tweep’s Tweets. Now, mind you, I do follow more than one person! (See for yourself on my Twitter page. What we are talking about here is someone’s incessant, and I mean so incessant, yacking on Twitter that I cannot see anyone else’s tweet!
The experience really happened, coming across videos of this event, that is. I have to say that I allowed myself to be entertained. Is entertained the right word for it?
This post was inspired by a discussion at the dinner table, when I used the word “impetus” and it was nearly misinterpreted for “impotence.”
Ok, to many of you, this is just, no-other-word-for-it, gross. Hopefully we are stepping back into the bathroom, for a tissue, and not in a public place.