I don’t like Twitter. What is wrong with me?

I like watching TV. I read books. I buy the newspaper. I eat at home and I cook (AND I live in NYC). I’m on Facebook. I have a Linkedin page. However, sin of all sins, I  dislike twitter, I don’t tweet, and I don’t read any tweet by Demi, or Ashton, or Oprah, or Obama. I’m just not interested in spending hours of my day reading the 140-character babbling from celebrities and average people alike. As a matter of fact my aversion to it borders abhorrence. Is there something wrong with me?

I’m not what one would consider an old-fashioned person, quite the contrary. I’m definitely trying to keep up with the new media, the social graph and the evolution of digital space. I actually can embrace digital modernities quite fast. Life is so much easier now than it was 20 years ago. But this middle-class 30″ seconds of fame (fame?) tweet has not been appealing enough for me to jump on the bandwagon. Who should I blame this on? Nietzsche and the disdain for people?

Maybe it’s my rich imagination, or my snobbish avoidance to follow trends; but I still prefer to be the trend-setter and the most interesting person in the room. Now…really… should I tweet about this?

As I publicly say this, coincidently this woman, Virginia Hefferman, wrote in yesterday’s NYTimes Magazine that Twitter is a trap and “connectivity is poverty”. Ha. Twitter is already old and it really doesn’t matter in the big picture. If my generation wanted to change the world, this one has made it even smaller than what was already small, and instead of chasing utopias and following the dream, it merely narrates the events of the past 5 minutes contemplating its own navel. Hum….not for me.