I think the best feeling anyone can expect is knowing somewhere someone is thinking of you. The sense of belonging to someone can be euphoric, I guess.
I was always under the apprehension that I was a loner and probably one of the few people who could survive being an island. I was happy being on my own, making my own decisions and not worry if my snoring would bother anyone. It was fun being cold and alone like the cold Artic or the lonely Australia, minding my own business.
My feelings did not falter until I met her. Funny how we met as well. Of the weirdest of all places - a topic which I am sure would make a nice story over a cuppa.
There were times, ofcourse that I would wish I never did. We would at times argue about the most silliest of things and frown like little kids. But then before the sun came up again the next day, we would realise our follies and just talk again as if nothing ever happend. I finally realised that even Australia needs the company of New Zealand. There was summer in the Artics, finally.
It was a sad moment - there is no doubt about it - when we parted company. The global warming hit the news. The polar caps finally were starting to melt. Despite what everyone thought or said (there were a few characters on the way), it was one of the most beautiful moments in our lives and the thought itself is enough to last a lifetime.
Which brings me back to the title of this post. I know there must be some use for it, but I just fail to see the phenomenon behind Twitter. What purpose would it serve to have people stalking your every thought (expressed within 140 characters or less)? What the bejeegees would it serve to wonder what a perfect stranger is doing right now? Are we so lonely and desperate for fame that we need stalkers in our life now?
The only compelling argument I can see in favour of all the twitters is from the jealous and no-trusting boyfriend / girlfriend. They probably would want to know what his / her better half is doing right now every now and then. I can just see it going:
Girlfriend going to her girlfriend:
"My darling is making tea. No, wait! There is a twitter update. He's just tore up a packet of biscuit to eat with his tea."
But still she would phone the boyfriend up and say, "Darling, hi its me! I just saw your twitter update. What kind of biscuit are you having?"
P.S. By the way I do not mind stalkers and you can stalk me on Twitter at dreamzunlimited (Link).
