140-Character Culture

We live in a 140-character culture.

If it doesn’t fit into the box, don’t say it. Less is more. Time is precious. Twitter rules. One-way conversations don’t demand an answer. Facebook updates, well, take them or leave them. As long as they’re short. The thread lives on, obliterating the necessity to repeat oneself.  One-word sentences, pneumonics stick best, keep it simple stupid.

We approach relationships in much the same way. The book says you can tell if the guy is your soul mate in 2 dates or less. I dare you to last that long. I can usually tell in 2 minutes or less. 140-character culture. By the time he hits the 140th character, he’s in or he’s out.

This girl’s cool. The other one’s not. How can you tell? She just moved her mouth. 140-characters. I can tell.

The play begins. 140-characters. Will I last until intermission? Perhaps, but not a minute more. This play stinks.

The doctor’s late. 140-characters. Don’t know what’s wrong with me yet? I’ll go somewhere else. Second opinions rule. As long as they’re spruce. 140-characters. Or less.

The preacher opens his mouth. Grab my attention or else. Time is money. Mine is wasting away. Tick tock. Tick tock. You owe me big time.

God speaks. Better make it brief. I’ve got a life to live. Our meeting’s not until. 140-characters or less. That’s all the time I’ve left.

And then eternity.

Nothing that lasts forever fits in 140-characters or less.

You change your culture, or your culture will ravage you.

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