I'm A Twit

Twit, twit, twit. I’ve heard it so many times, I wouldn’t be surprised if I start dreaming about it. Twitter – a seemingly more persistent version of a blog, where you’re supposed to update people regularly by answering the question What are you doing? in 140 characters or less. Sounds complicated.

Some of my BFFs – Blogger Friends Forever – are on it. Both JohnStanley and RubyPurple have been badgering me to start twitting. I’ve been reluctant. But I’ve been giving it some consideration. Twitter and twitting... or is it twittering? Geesh. Should I? Or shouldn’t I?

I was watching the Tyra Banks’ show a couple of weeks back, when her episode was all about Facebook and Twitter. I’ll have to be honest, I have heard of these things before. But being the type of person who, as of today, is still relatively new to Friendster, I still am intimidated by these newer online trends. I just tell myself that they’re beyond my mental capacity.

I saw on Tyra how one woman was complaining that her husband twitted too much... or is it twittered too much? Geesh. I think he said he was bothered if he wasn’t able to twit every hour. When on dates, he’d twit what restaurant they were at, what they ordered, how the food tasted, and so on. I can’t do that. I just can’t do that.

First of all, I don’t think my mobile phone is capable of twitting. The most my phone is, is colored. No cam, no connectivity, nothing. It just calls and texts. So I’d be confined to twitting at home or at work, which just might, in turn, confine my twits to I’m home or I’m at work or I’m twitting. Boring...

Secondly, even outside the realms of home and work, I don’t really live a very interesting nor exciting life. Who’d be interested in that?

And thirdly, it’s just so against my linguistic logic to have to pronounce TWIT as ‘TWEET’. Argh!

Okay fine, so I don’t really have any compelling reason not to try it. And besides, I did promise JohnStanley and RubyPurple that I’d give it a try. And true to my word, I did. Ang lakas lakas nyo sa akin ha! Friday night, I began checking it out.

I was asked to enter my full name. Uhm... I won’t put my real name, of course. Bitch? It says I need a first and a last name. Bitch Cumeater? Too scandalous. Back In The Closet... Good enough.

Username. BITCH? That username is already taken. B_I_T_C_H? Taken. THEBITCH? Taken. IMABITCH? Taken. BITCHBITCHBITCH? Ok, but geesh. BITCHYPUSIT? Ok, pero ayoko. BackInTheCloset? Ok, but a mouthful. _BITCH_... Pwede na.

With that and all the requisites over and done with, it’s now official. I’ll be feeling my way through the rest of its intricacies in the days to come. Lord, help me. I am now a twit.

So please, please, please... argh, pathetic... please don’t let my effort go to waste. Follow if you feel like it. Indulge me. Please.

I am BITCH. Hear me TWIT.