Almost exactly two years ago Twitter finally clicked for me. I'd had it since the beginning of the year and had never bothered to check it or ever tweet anything, but with the Electronic Entertainment Expo looming I got an idea. I connected my phone to my account and started subscribing to people who might be sharing and talking about the announcements coming out of video games' biggest event of the year. It was the only way I could know what was going on at the show while I was at work, and it was the beginning of an addiction.
After E3 was over I started to use Twitter a little bit more since it was already tied to my phone. I shared random thoughts I had throughout the day and made stupid jokes but no one ever responded. It wasn't until the fall came around that I followed some actual people who I'd begun to know a bit through
Bitmob, a gaming site I'd started frequenting when it launched in May of that year. Now I was starting to have actual exchanges with people via tweets and it took things to a whole new level.
As I added more real people and had more actual conversations, my heart grew increasingly fond of Twitter. I now loved the site and began tweeting much more frequently. I would constantly be thinking of ways to share whatever I'd just seen in a humorous way, or be voicing complaints that would normally be ignored. By early this year, I was out of hand. Twitter had become such a huge part of my life that I'd pretty much share everything. Nothing was off-limits, and it was likely just hurting me.
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