God bless me, I don't understand Twitter

I have friends who've nudged me toward it, a little...but I temporarily checked it out and tried it, for probably a matter of an hour or two (ha ha) on an impulse, and then nearly right away decided that I didn't think I would ever post an update to it; couldn't even see the point in ever doing so, given that you've got a maximum of a couple of sentences you can write per each post (tweet? or whatever)...and that the most I could be interested in it for is following perhaps some of the off-hand commentary of some of my favorite personalities (actors, directors, musicians, possibly politicians, etc.)...and I can do that without having a Twitter account myself or ever feeling some weird guilt or feeling that I need to jot stupid notes about what I'm doing or about me.

I can definitely see where a celebrity or person in the public eye would find it useful, though...a nice way to let people see and have a little bit of you, a little feeling of 'contact' with you, personally, without having to respond to individual fanmail and without having to do scads of interviews with reporters and such just to give the public some info and insight that they're curious about, into you.

I dunno.  I just find it silly, when trying to do it.  I could sit down and jot what I was actually doing, at whatever given moments...but I either find what I'm doing to be too lame or boring for anyone 'out there' to care about reading, or else there really is nothing exciting in my life to jot down on there...I'm such an introvert and I never go out and never do anything that others [I'm pretty sure] would find "interesting"...soooo.....

It also feels silly because as soon as I sit down to jot something I'm "doing right now" in it, it smacks me between the eyes, how narcissistic and pretentious it feels; also, that it's a lie:  As soon as I stop whatever I'm doing to go Twitter about it, I'm not really 'doing' whatever it is or was that I was heading there to type any more, am I?  Nope.  I could sit there and say "I'm blogging," but I'm not, right at that moment, am I?  No, the fact is, I'm Twittering.  I stopped whatever it was that I was doing, just to go log in to some particular website, and type out that I'm picking my nose.  Or whatever.  Which I'm no longer doing (gosh, hopefully!) because I stopped to post something on Twitter about it.

So really, to soothe the enraged fires of my integrity and impregnable sense of logic and the rational, the entries I made into Twitter would go something like this:

{shown in reverse date order from Twitter's, so you can see the progression & for the intended comedic effect}

As if anyone gives a crap and isn't laughing about why I would feel the need to post this,
Right Now, I'm: Twittering.
9:21 AM Aug 2nd from web

As if anyone gives a crap and isn't laughing about why I would feel the need to post this,
Right Now, I'm: Twittering.
6:17 PM Aug 21st from web

As if anyone gives a crap and isn't laughing about why I would feel the need to post this,
Right Now, I'm: Twittering.
2:27 PM Aug 23rd from web

Why, God, why!?!?!?????????????
I am sooooo outta here.  Lamest.  Hobby.  Ever. 
11:36 AM Aug 24th from web