The beauty and the frustrations of Twitter dot com

Photo Illustration by Joel McCarthy
Photo Illustration by Joel McCarthy

By Chandler Walter, Editor-in-Chief

 

Who would have ever thought that 140 characters could cause so much joy, grief, laughter, and hate.

Twitter has been a staple in my life ever since I started punching those miniscule jokes/rants/thoughts into my Blackberry Bold. I miss that Blackberry.

Back then everyone I knew had a handle, everyone had their own take on what was trending (usually just beef between the different cliques; it was high school, after all), and everyone was active.

Flash forward to 2017, and my feed is filled with professional comedians, news publications, and only a few of those brave souls I actually know in real life that have held onto it for one reason or another.

If I wasn’t an active part of the media, professionally, I probably would have jumped ship a while ago as well. As much of a stake as I have in the app—sliding into my girlfriend’s DMs three years ago was definitely a highlight—I’ve found that it is usually the last social media square I’m clicking on while commencing my usual, brain-draining scroll.

It may, of course, be me to blame. The people I’m following could be what’s bringing it down; maybe it seems as though everyone I actually know has ā€œleftā€ because they couldn’t put up with my own Twitter antics, and actually just blocked me; or possibly it’s just a silly app that shouldn’t have a thought given to it, let alone 400+ words in a student newspaper.

Whatever the case, I know that I’m well and stuck in maintaining a presence with the bright blue bird. Twitter seems to have become a necessary app for journalists and the like as a way to communicate, keep up to date, and post their own articles for the world to see. I generally just RT things I find humourous, but we all should know by now that I’m not perfect.

On the surface, Twitter is amazing for what it is: Simple, quick, to the point. Where it fails is in the utter avalanche of opinions and ideas that come streaming out of it in a suffocating rush. It used to operate on a linear basis: things that were older were lower, and newer tweets were higher in the feed. Then it decided to pull a time-warp and place past tweets earlier, and ā€œwhat you missed,ā€ ā€œthings you might like,ā€ and, the worst offender of all, tweets from people I’m not following, but that have been liked by those that I am following; there’s an RT button for a reason.

With all of these new changes to the once-simple structure, the ever-updating nature of the app, and my own laziness as far as cleansing my following list goes, I am left with an onslaught of information that I barely ever have the time to wade through—meaning that most of the time I won’t even jump in.

Which is too bad, because it was great in its prime.

In all honesty, though, I’m probably the one that has gotten stale.