I have a Twitter account. I’m not proud, but I really do like it, and I read my feed at least daily. I use it to catch up with friends, follow trendy internety things, and pose questions to the ether, which usually go unaswered due to my lack of followers.

My issue with Twitter, though, is explaining it to other people. It’s at these moments when I begin to think that it really has no purpose, and I begin to wonder why I have it in the first place.

And then it ocurred to me. The perfect way to explain Twitter.

Imagine you’re out to dinner with a group of friends. You politely step out to use the restroom during the meal. Now on your way back, you need to think of that witty, mundane, and concise thing to say to the group about something you noticed while you were up.

That’s Twitter.