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拜拜了，推特 　　在这个自媒体火爆的时代，刷屏一族喜欢时时与手机为伴，终日沉溺在虚幻的网络世界里，刷完微博刷微信，转发、点赞、评论，企图刷出自己在虚拟空间里的存在感。然而随着时间的流逝，当这种沉迷并未给你的现实生活带来亮点，反而越来越消耗时间和精力，变成一种生活负担，你该作何选择呢？继续刷，还是适可而止？也许，读完这篇文章―一个曾深陷推特无法自拔而后又勇敢退出的推客的自白，你会坚定自己的选择。 　　It started June 25， 2008： “Testing， testing. Is this thing on？” My first tweet. I began by trying to make a few friends laugh. I had no idea how quickly tweeting would consume1） me. Before long I was posting 20 to 30 times a day， seven days a week. Some of my posts were funny， some sad， some vaguely existential―“Living happily ever after is killing me”―some flirty2）， some filthy3）. I posted daily for three years with only one exception―the day my father-in-law died. Eventually， I attracted about 25，000 followers. Not bad for a noncelebrity. 　　Soon my entire life revolved around tweeting. I stopped reading， rarely listened to music or watched TV. When I was out with friends， I would duck into4） the bathroom with my iPhone. I tweeted while driving， between sets of tennis， even at the movies. （“I love holding your hand in the dark.”） When I wasn’t on Twitter， I would compose faux5） aphorisms6） that I might use later. I began to talk that way too. I posted every hour on the hour， day and night， using a Web site that enabled me to tweet while asleep. 　　It was an obsession. And like most obsessions， no good came of it. 　　Eight months after I began tweeting， I was laid off7） from a job in the music business. Looking for work in such a bad economy was brutal. Almost a year went by before I finally landed a job at a men’s magazine. Just before I started， I removed my name from my Twitter feed and replaced it with my initials， L.C. 　　One morning， a few months later， my boss came into my office. “We need to talk about your Twitter，” he said. 　　“Sure，” I said. “What about it？” He told me that someone in H.R. had stumbled on8） my tweets and was stunned. （Apparently， the ability to craft crude jokes isn’t what corporate America looks for in new employees.） My tweets were