Is being addicted to social media such a bad thing? | David Schneider | Comment is free | The Guardian.
The virtual Twitter me is so much wittier and more interesting than the real me
So much more entertaining on Twitter … the Gold Man takes a tweet break at the Edinburgh festival. Photograph: Murdo Macleod for the Guardian
There’s a good chance you’ll not read the end of this article. Nothing to do with your staying power or because it’s dull enough to euthanise an ox (I hope it won’t be). No, chances are there simply won’t be an end because, before I get there, I’ll have seen some funny link on theinternet and will have waddled off after it like a gleeful child chasing some bubbles.
It’s social media that’s done this to me. I’m addicted. I knew this for sure after watching Mo Farah win the Olympic 10,000 metres last summer. I admired his athleticism, his commitment, his tenacity, but most of all I admired the fact that he’d gone 27 minutes 30.42 seconds without checking his phone. Twenty seven minutes 30.42 seconds! How could he do it? I know it’s meant to be an endurance event but surely that’s pushing the human frame beyond its limits.
My phone is my Precious. The one ring(tone) to rule them all. Take it from me and within minutes I’d be Golluming about, all skinny-limbs-and-loincloth, screaming: “We wants it! We wants it!”