If you had asked me yesterday how important Twitter was to me I’d have said, “Meh. I check it once an hour or so, post a few messages a day.” And that’s technically true. But it wasn’t until now that I realized just how integral the service is to my internet habits.
Twitter has been down for about 3 hours, and I keep getting caught in these stupid little obsessive behavioral loops:
- It’s about time to check Twitter. Huh. Twitter is down? The whole service? What happened?
- I should check Twitter to see what people are saying about Twitter… being… oh.
- Ha! I just tried to check Twitter to read why I can’t get to Twitter. That’s a funny anecdote. I should post that to…
- Oh damn it. I wonder if any of my friends are doing the same silly reflexive thing. I should check…
- OH COME ON. STOP THAT.
- Now I’m irritated with myself and Twitter. When that kind of thing happens I usually complain on…
- This is hopeless.
I would never have guessed the service was this important to my information diet, but there you go. I can’t believe we’re supposed to be the smartest mammals on this planet. This is disgraceful.
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