There I was, about to write another post on why I’m not as enamoured with Twitter as I once was (I have previous on this). The latest addition would have been prompted by this post on why Twitter still isn’t a social network, and particularly this bit:
[U]nless you’re a power user, someone sharing a unique story or a chance witness to something big, Twitter is essentially a broadcast you’re viewing[.]
But then Paul Clarke wrote a characteristically insightful and honest piece about Twitter. He notes:
[I]f you wanted to keep Twitter fresh for you, you needed to work at it.
And what did we do?
[W]e didn’t.
Dagnammit, he’s right.
For the last two years, it’s me who hasn’t put in the effort I used to with Twitter. The disappointment I have when my timeline isn’t what I want it to be is reminiscent of how I feel when I only get bills through my letterbox or promotional emails in my inbox. But there’s a reason that happens, too: I don’t send letters and only get personal emails if I’ve sent one myself.
So, you see, Twitter – it isn’t you, it’s me.
The issue I now face is that the only time someone says this is when they’re about to break up.
arbitrary constant 
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