the gravitational pull of twitter is getting to me today. for months now (since last year, actually), i’ve wanted to join the goon-squads of twitterphiles. it fits well with how i use my phone, interact with life, and like to share my life.
i have resisted for two reasons:
1. i think i would obsess about it, and turn my every moment into a twitter feed. i fear i would constantly be turning every family moment into a twitter-moment. and whether i would or not, i fear i would think about it, having to decide whether or not to follow through on that compulsion.
2. i fear that, should i even slightly begin to turn my home life into a twitter feed, my wife would be seriously ticked. she’s already not-so-pleased about my blackberry and blogging (blogging ok, but blogging from blackberry, not).
today, i was talking about it with our online marketing diva. of course, she wants me to. but she was gracious and said something about me not doing it. and then, i don’t want to be one of those “oh, now everyone is twittering, so of course marko will do it also” guys.
argh. i feel my resolve weakening.