After clocking in 5,534 tweets, amassing 740 followers, eavesdropping on 44 people, and being classified under 17 lists from 17 people I hardly know, I’ve finally done the inevitable.

I quit Twitter.

The decision didn’t come overnight. The thought had been simmering at the back of my head on whether or not I should click that Deactivate Account button but the online rubbernecker in me refused to succumb to the reality of not being in the loop anymore.

By now, if you are not on Twitter, you are quite behind the times. But what if you want to be ahead of the crowd, so far ahead that you actually leave Twitter? After all, the hipster mafia will only stick around something useful for so long before they drop it, should you beat them to the punch?

While almost everyone has become obsessed with the website du jour, and I’ve noticed, we all live and breathe the service here, I have several good reasons why I decided to fly out of that online bird coop.

Care-less Whisper

Madonna was right when she said “life is a mystery” but with Twitter, it’s the complete opposite – it’s an open book.  From meals, ensemble of the day, traffic updates, to Monday morning rants,everyone on Twitter gave it to you, hot and fresh on a chronological plate of random information.

Whether or not you could relate to it wasn’t the point because if you didn’t, others might and that’s where the info sharing point of it all becomes relevant. In Twitter, everyone’s business is suddenly your business.

But after reading your wall, you begin to wonder if you really do care about the condition of someone’s bowels after eating that plate of cream Dory or a dirty fight between two friends, or how boring that marketing meeting is.  The tweets that I first thought were amusing and informative turned out to be annoying, spam-like, and a waste of space.

(To be continued)