I had never passively consented to the invasive accentuation of social media. Its diverting procession of communal narration was just something I didn’t immediately gravitate to. Its was a proclivity that alluded me, one I deemed an obtrusive malady, advocated by the excessive digressions of individuals that are fluently literate with this form of informal congress. Posting pictures of their groomed dog, imparting worthless appraisals or detailing events with intricate detail despite myself being formally privy to the alluded events personally; it all seemed trivial. And though this site is officially registered on Facebook, I seldom frequent it choosing to idly mitigate its presence with dubious scrutiny. Now though much of my day is exhausted with an inclined head and my mobile phone radiating with accelerated incandescence, as the affliction to profuse divisive insertions besieges me to extend similar domesticated courtesies to someone I’ll never meet, or simply looming over the numerous exchanges and prudent spontaneity of respondents disputing which hirsute character is more attractive; Yogi bear or boo boo. It’s these suitably provisioned types of aberrant conversations that take place through the medium of restricted automated messages, that dispel adverse connotations attributed to Twitter. It may sound obtuse to indulge in such nonchalant discussions when the world is constantly afflicted by it own extenuating grievances, but it’s precisely because of societies laden infirmity that we become attracted by trends and hash-tags that promote apathy and blessed ignorance.

“Another Simpsons reference. Simply because I remember when it was funny!”

You can be a geek on Twitter and no one furrows a metaphorical brow or grimaces with pronounced ridicule at your ponderous acclamations. You can discover partisans of similar lineage, as well as a retinue vivacious arguments with often divisive aspirations. But it’s also a commutative network where your collated thoughts and off the cuff remarks are distributed to a broadened residency, that can appreciate conjectures that personal in your immediate vicinity may not be as obliged to remark upon, with anything other than mild civility. You form allegiances, develop figurative partitions against the more odious of residence, without feeling perturbed by the expressive provenance embedded in any derogatory retaliations. Though derision for personal admissions is apparent, and I fail to confer that it is in any way a product of deliberate anecdotal virulence, much of it is offset by the amiable discharge of luminance and reciprocal affiliation with a correspondent half the world away. It’s these comforting exchanges validates that my innate, slightly neurotic musings aren’t as anomalous as I’d presumed, and people generally want to discuss the most arbitrary topics. Many of the conversations I’ve had are composed of conjectured sophistry ranging from someone discussing their newly furnished bedroom, to why Donatello is the best TMNT; you can openly relish in the resplendence of culturally insignificant profusion’s.

“Donatello was and is the best!”

You may share similar monogamous affinity with other numerable retinues that offer comparable placation. But for me Twitter is my sanctity from the truculent rigidity of reality, a residence for reciting specific passages from classic Simpsons episodes, the latitude for extending humble condolences to an ethereal community, mourning the passing of a great cultural icon and gauging on the veritable consignment of gaming news. If someone had told me a decade ago that the reputed art of conversation would be governed by the handheld apparatus that links to other devices with perfect synchronicity, repressed by captions consisting of no more than 140 characters with an abundance of hash-tags, demonic looking kittens and Batman Memes I would have said “Who are you and how did you get in my bathroom?!” And then proclaiming “Your mad Sir (or madam), madder than an escaped mental patient trying to buy a Big Mac from Burger King while using beanie babies as currency!…..Just mad!

How does social media effect you? Good or Bad.