My Blackberry vibrated twice, alerting me of an email, Facebook or Twitter notifications. I hesitated to check what was causing that red light to blink. Unfortunately, it was Twitter. Any other time I would have loved to see that little blue bird pop up on my home screen but not this time. Who mentioned me in a tweet? What was it about? What if I’m missing something important? Could a friend tell me who tweeted me, or is that cheating? Not being able to answer these questions made the last nine hours of my two-day “Twitter fast” increasingly difficult.
Two days. Forty-eight hours. Two thousand, eight hundred and eighty minutes. One hundred seventy-two thousand, and eight hundred seconds. That’s how long it took me to realize how much I relied on Twitter.
