And now, a limerick. A bad one.

There was a young lady on Twitter

Whose tweets made trolls threaten to hit her

Though the Twittersphere tutted

The haters still cluttered
Her feed with their frankly ridiculous comments

Is that it?

I finally got round to joining the Twittersphere this week, and what a self-aggrandising and surreal place it is.  Teenagers seem to think that nobody over the age of 19 has any business being on Twitter forgetting that they would then have no vapid celebs to follow, and that they are very probably provided with access to Twitter courtesy of the adults that they consider so irrelevant.  I'm blown away by the hatred and insults traded between strangers about things that really don't matter in the slightest.  With a couple of exceptions, nobody has anything original to say.

I shall stay on Twitter, of course, because ignoring something doesn't make it disappear, and I do like the constant news updates and the occasional gems that appear.  I'm not sure why, but I'm actually glad that it's not as great as I thought it would be.  Perhaps it's because, in a world where everyone's efforts to prove the contrary demonstrate just how ordinary they are, it makes me feel slightly less inadequate.