June Three

140

What if life had twitter character requirements? 
Things would be short-- but would they be sweet? 
140 characters is a random allotment...
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Who decided that 140 characters was enough to convey a thought or feeling? Or was it a techno-geek thingie that was most cost wise?
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I can get a joke in 140, a factoid or a news tidbit, or ponder the irony of the universe in 140. Sure I can.  But bond? Empathize? Console?
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If life had these requirements:
Church would be awesome.
Presidential speeches wouldn't interrupt my favorite programming for very long.

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Phone calls would be sweet. School lectures would have to be concise. A lot more reading would happen. Sitcoms would have to work hard.
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Commercials would have it made- they already have it down to a science. News broadcasts would cut to the chase. I like that. 
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Friends would suffer. But you can only say so much anyway, right? Wrong. 140 can't boost low spirits or pump you up before an interview.
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140 can't assure you those pants look good, or your hair isn't that bad today. 140 can't justify you leaving or convince you to stay.
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140 isn't enough to catch me up on the day or fill me in on the night; it can't cover a recipe or a song or cheer me up or talk me down.  
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My conclusion on my jaunt into 140 limits on life?
It covers the superficial, the outside circle, and disposable interactions.
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It can't begin to account for the genuine depth of true human connection and communication. It cheats a friend and laughs at a lover.   
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It thumbs it's nose at deep talks through the night and drunken rambles that you can't remember but never forget.. 
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140 moons the family dinner and gives the finger to sister chats. It mocks flirtatious banter and scoffs at endless road trip chatter.  
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140 is a peep, a chirrup, a burp of words randomly allotted for mass communication. Using more makes us more than a chick or blip online.
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Let's be massive. Let's be 140,000. Stand firm and finish your thought. Don't be stifled, stunted, and twiddled down to an arbitrary  size.
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Reject the rations and say what you want for however long you want. Maybe I'll tune out at 140. But you never know how far you can go if--
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~gregorific

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