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The world was rocked the other day when Twitter was victimized by a denial of service attack. Nations were at the brink of war, people panicked in the streets, lives were lost and, for a short period of time, we all experienced the end of the world. What? You weren’t aware Twitter was offline?

The whole social networking phenomenon is on the way out (you heard it here first) as it’s been played out. We are at the saturation point where it’s no longer a fun distraction but a daily chore to tell the world what you’re doing. I abandoned Facebook a while back and have ZERO regrets…haven’t missed it for one single moment!

The concept of Twitter always made me laugh as I’m keenly aware of how mundane daily life can be so why would anyone waste their life following the mundane of others peoples lives? My theory of “people with no life feel empowered/important by telling the world every detail of their life in hopes of being validated” has been proven true by Christina Chimino who said:

"I was pretty upset, actually. It feels like a lifeline for me ... Pretty much everyone knows almost every detail of my life by what I'm doing on Twitter."

I know nothing about her life but imagine it’s not filled with 24X7 excitement and glamour. I seriously doubt any of her “followers” were damaged by their inability to read that she was awake, having morning coffee, washing clothes, at the grocery, etc. The lingo of Twitter says it all…you’re a “follower”.

Other people seemed to echo how serious the blackout was on their lives by posting statements such as "I did absolutely nothing. It's like my heart was gone," and "I felt so empty inside”. If you sat around doing nothing and felt empty inside, here’s a suggestion: Get out and meet people, take a class, turn off your computer and go for a walk…anything but sitting around paralyzed because you can’t Tweet!

Now, I’m going to turn off my computer, get dressed and head to the trails for a 20+ mile ride complete with conversation with random strangers. I’ll return home, take a shower and clean the house before my dinner guests arrive. Then I’ll…oh, who cares!