THE TWIT IN ME: The Dilemma of A Twit-Addict

My twit-life seems to be the most interesting and funniest part of my life, where aside making friends, ranting and getting to voice my opinion, I get to do what I love doing best.
I never knew I could be more addicted to anything more than games, I thought the FB addiction was the height until I realised that FB sucks more personal information from me than I wish to provide and makes these information available to all those around me, impersonators, my 'beefing' brothers, all those who care to know and most especially, their 3rd party, then I remembered twitter.
Before I could tweet 'Jack Robinson', I was already an addict and people (both on twitter and outside twitter) started questioning my ability to live outside twitter and they were curious to know if I ever close my eyes for once or stay off twitter for a minute.
The challenge to stay of twitter was brought up by a friend (Osi), I was to stay off twitter for a day. Thou I stayed off tweeting for 24hrs, I couldn't stay off twitter as I kept checking my TL and the time of my last tweet, I became pregnant for words I couldn't tell anyone cos it makes much sense only on twitter so I had to jot them down cos #MoneyCannotWaste.
Recently, I had to stay off twitter but my staying off was actually facilitated not by my will but by the almighty 'Naija Network' which can go for days without BIS connection, and like they say, 'if you've never seen another man's farm, you will think your father's farm is the biggest', I remember how I used to complain about 3mobile's connection which when compared to Naija's network, it will be faster than MTN, GLO, Airtel and Etisalat combined.
Even though staying off twitter gave me my life back, it also gave me the chance to talk and spend free time with the real me, I had the opportunity to feel my face and I got the needed reassurance that am still a boy, then I realised that the life I live on twitter is another me, the real me of the days in the past but do I enjoy my time off twitter?
Staying off twitter was like missing life's best events, such as an artist missing his first Grammy Award appearance, a tourist missing his flight or train to Paris, a 4 year old missing Cartoon Network's own Ben10 and like a Naija Blackberry user forgetting to charge his phone while the generator was on.
I seem not to like the real me without the 'twit-me', cos I have come to understand that we live in the e-Age, where everything we do are not redefined but e-Defined and our e-Friends are the proof we need.
During the time I was away, I kept thinking what my twit-daughters were tweeting, who my twit-gfs were flirting with, if @exschoolnerd has finally met Drake tweet-to-tweet, what article @MsJazzyfied would have written, what @KevinWithanL would have blog'd, what TT tweeps will be goin hard on, who @Sir_Scribbles is dissing, who and who are having twit-fight, what @gigachic has seen that looks like something else, how many tweeps @superkunle would have tweeted #nowffing at, if @kemmysterious would be happy am no longer clogging her TL, and what a host of others will be doing and most especially, who has taken over the duty of clogging TLs and Twit-Jail Presido from me.
After a week, I logged back on twitter only to be served with the best welcome back gift of all time, I got the gift when I checked my twitter profile and realised that am one hundred and six (106) followers short, I mean 106 people had unfollowed me :(
Now how do you expect me to end my No-Tweeting experience with happy ending? :(
Maybe I should just leave or should I stay? If I stay, I may not get those 106 lost sheep back but I will get new ones and my network will continue to expand but if I leave *sighs* my network may come crashing X_X.