“Just setting up my twttr” posted Jack Dorsey on 21 March 2006.
I remember the first time I came across Twitter. A press officer was ignoring my repeated attempts to contact them. But I knew they were working because, searching for their name, I came across this new website where they were posting about what they had for lunch.
Detailing the mundanity of life, soon to be accompanied by equally uninteresting pictures, quickly caught on. Over the last 20 years, the rise of Twitter, and other social media platforms, meant sharing became the defining trend.
I succumbed too, posting articles I’d written, holiday snaps and, intermittently, a dream journal.
For a while the democratisation of communication was exhilarating. Like that guy from Star Trek? Tell
them! The dopamine hit from them liking your post is a thrill! And I still get giddy thinking about the time
I woke up one morning to find that I’d been inexplicably followed by Pamela Anderson.
But sharing became oversharing and the whole thing soured. Not just tainting social media, but our entire existence. The new age of interconnection gave a platform to people who had previously been denied one and deserved it – but also plenty who definitely didn’t.