Twits

I've been having alot of time on my hands lately. The problem with having too much time is that it means a number of things

• That I'm not doing enough. Lets face it, in today's world, time is a luxury. And luxury unearned, is never a good thing. Ever.
• That my time management sucks. Having too much idle time just means that I'm not using up all my free time properly. Like now. When I should be sleeping, but instead have decided to write. Enough said

So before I head off to the more productive activity of sleep. I have a question. Does anyone else get annoyed by people who *always* talk about their other half? It used to be that you could ignore the people who constantly inundated you with streams of information about how wonderful their current squeeze was. You'd either not pick up your phone, or decline their invitations to hang out (respectfully of course).

But facebook and twitter have opened a whole new world of pain to me. Daily, I check my facebook in the somewhat misguided belief that maybe someone has something to say to me (sadly, this misconception still holds true, even at time of writing). However, now, I'm inundated with sickly sweet stories of "the boyfie" or boyf or The Boy or whatever new psuedo-noun said sickening other half has decided to label the unfortunate soul. I just don't get it. For one, he has a name. Maybe saying, "Joel came to pick me up and we had a terrific meal" would be just as informative as, "The boyf came over and we snuggled." Which is fine - short and sweet, with a little tantalizing taste of what could be...heck let the imaginations of the voyeuristic run wild.

Unfortunately, this is wishful thinking - the aforementioned sentence is usually preceded with a detailed description of the various intimate occurrences of the relationship. Let me just say - Noone cares. Really. *Noone* Its funny to read. But its kinda like a bad Jim Carrey movie, after awhile it gets really old. Unfortunately, the director doesn't seem to get that the film is being critically panned...nooooooo. Instead screenings are continued. Look honey, heres a tip. Direct to DVD. Keep a diary or something.

You wanna tell someone how much you love the man of your dreams - do it over the telephone or something. (And even then keep the volume down) Courtesy and common phone manners tell you noone wants to hear what you're talking about. That's why people on public transport talk in hushed tones, or cover the phone...and the China dude in his pagoda t-shirt swearing on his shiny new iPhone is considered a rude prick.

Likewise, keep your intimate details from spilling over into the virtual world - and if you *have* to, keep it short, sweet and less regular please. I mean - social networking sites were invented to keep people in touch easily...not regale them with tales about your relationships. I mean if you were saving whales or the environment or doing something meaningful, heck go for it - say what you like. But saturating cyberspace with sweet nothings is nauseating. And slightly rude. Its like PDA...which everyone has a right to - and in the right amount can make you go "awwwww". But too much is just bad taste.