First off, please read this link before reading the rest of the post;http://www.guardian.co.uk/technology/2009/jun/24/charles-arthur-blogging-twitter

The above link, in case you didn’t click on said link, was an interesting piece I read on the Guardian’s web site recently, about the fact that blogging from the normal people was dying on it’s flabby arse simply because thinking up stuff to write about to an audience of about 2 or 3 people who are more than likely your parents is hard and the wonderful thing about the likes of Twitter, is that you can write stuff quickly and not to think as much about writing as you only have a small space to fill.

You know what? He has a very good point.

And in fact I am beginning to wonder about something more fundermental: When are we all going to get bored with Facebook, Twitter and all the other soical things about the interweb?

After all it’s only a matter of time before some keys are dangled before us, leading us to the new place we all have to sign up for before it’s too late. It happened with Myspace some time ago when Facebook came onto the scene, and other sites are sort of in a state of limbo, not getting any bigger or smaller.

We humans basically are a fickle race, going on what’s good before getting bored and wandering off to play with ourselves, in the process making God cry. You could also argue that yes, as more and more pressure comes onto us to succeed in everything we do, cooking for 57 people on a budget of £4.50 like those cookery shows tell us, making sure we are earning 6 gillion squid every 3 seconds or we’re nobody, we’re often forgetting why we are doing all that crap.

My job for instance, allows me, though not as often as I like, to write, to blog, to question why that tomato left in the fridge looks like the baby thing from Total Recall, and more importantly, to share things with other people in a different outlet that wasn’t truely possible unless I killed Jeremy Clarkson and stole his column in the Sun.

It’s important to myself that even if no-one is reading this, that something creative is done sometimes, rather than vegitate on the bed, watching endless news from Sky about How much we’re going to die next week. And perhaps that is what people are losing; the point in doing anything like this, writing, sharing, comminicating with others with something not limited to what someone else has placed on the web for me to abuse.

I view the likes of Twitter as an extra for me to use to write little bits in case I do not have the time or indeed as working in London has shown me, the energy to write about things of the day which I see. But it can never be a true replacement for proper writing and I can be sort of OK with what I have placed here for all to see. Not often I can say that, but this is one of those times.

Come on people, do something better than: In Office Bored, already played with balls. Now what?