Apparently the kids can’t be stopped. Twitter was built upon, and continues to grow “on the simple concept of …What are you doing—right now? What are your friends doing—right now?”
Right now? Why ‘right now’? There’s something—not desperate (because it’s beyond that), not trivial (because it’s less meaningful than triviality), not even childish (because it’s not that complicated)—-but spooky about the desire to reach out and tell everybody (anybody for that matter) what you are doing right now. Right now I’m typing. Right now, I’ve paused to think. I have no idea why this bothers me so much, right now. Right now I’m still thinking. Right now I’m wondering why ANYONE would care to track what I’m doing right now. (It’s a little weird that anyone should even pretend to care.) I certainly don’t give a good goddamn (as my granddad used to say) what others are doing right now. It’s none of my business. Do whatever the hell you want right now, leave me out of it…right now.
In fact, leave me out of it later too.
Most of the kids right now are probably wishing that others would shut up about what they are doing right now so that they could say what they are up to right now.
from LOST in the DIN; Why Your Opinion on Politics and Religion Means Nothing, and mine means even less, by Henry Edward Fool