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Twitter - what the hell is it for? Twits, obviously. Who the hell's interested in what most of those brain-dead celebrities, politicians, and wannabes have to say? If it isn't someone who's trying to sell you his latest project, it's some @rsehole (and the two aren't mutually exclusive) who has nothing worth saying, but is determined to inflict his vacuous ideas on you anyway. That's the problem with social media - it's given a voice to those who aren't worth listening to.
"Huh! Hark at you with a blog!" I hear you say. Yeah, but my blog is mainly for me. See, because of a medical condition, my memory is no longer as it was and my mind is befogged half the time. I struggle to convey what I'm thinking in a coherent and concise way, which is why my posts sometimes ramble on for ages, and sometimes just a paragraph or two. It's the same cause in both cases - I just can't gather my thoughts together and say what I want to in the way that I want to. Doing the blog is mental exercise for me, and hopefully helps prevent further deterioration in my ability to focus my thoughts and communicate them.
It's also a means by which I record my memories for posterity - even if I'm the only person who ever reads them. Increasingly, I find it difficult to recall events, times and dates with the same crystal clarity that I once did. By writing things down in a blog, I can later refer to what I've written to help me remember something I'm no longer sure about. Trust me, it works. It's not the first time I've referred to an old post and been surprised to be reminded of something I'd seemingly forgotten. That's why there are so many posts about my childhood and teenage years - in effect, these posts are a retrospective diary.
Thing is though, once an audience has developed, you have to 'feed' them. They come looking for something to read, and I hate to disappoint them (at least until after they've read what I've written). It's like this: Every morning I fill three bird feeders in my garden. If I sleep-in or run out of seed, the birds all line up waiting for their breakfast. (I've got fat balls - no, I'm not boasting - as well as seed, so they're the best-fed birds in the neighbourhood.) Just like the birds, I hate to think of you readers waiting for a post when I've got nothing to give you. That's why, between the (hopefully) satisfying 'feasts', there's (admittedly) also a fair smattering of 'filler', which is intended as a snack to keep you going until the next big 'meal'.
Mainly, however, this blog is for me and serves a purpose. Twitter, on the other hand... well, maybe it should be called Twatter.
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