I don’t understand Twitter. Still.

People texting in a train station
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Twitter is all about words. People saying short things. Very little meaning. 

Almost zero action.

People clamoring for followers, likes, attention.

If you want to live a life of action, of doing, how does that correlate with platforms like Twitter?

When you consider the intense noise levels of places like Twitter, Instagram, and Pinterest, I truly wonder why people spend time in these areas.

If you want to learn the history of the War of 1812, none of those places can help. Only articles and books.

If you want to be an amazing quilter, a powerful chess player, a half-marathon runner, or to discover beautiful days of life on hiking trails, I don’t see how those places help.

People think they are being “inspired”, or “informed”. But, I feel they are being led, fed, manipulated, even taunted.

Can one just be informed and inspired quietly? My history teachers had walls of books in their home. If you asked, they had wisdom and direction. But why distill that knowledge and understanding into daily soundbites for the whole world?

Twitter and other platforms take more than they give. By considerable measure.

Better the silence and void, than the noise and chaos.