One of the things I’ve noticed while going through Adam At Last, the blog I started when I was 20, is that I apparently had already invented Twitter.

Not Twitter Twitter. I would like my billions of dollars anyway.

But mixed in among the long posts about music, girls, work, God, girls, music, girls, and occasionally something other than girls, are these tiny little posts that serve absolutely no purpose other than telling the internet what I was doing or thinking at that exact moment.

Twitter launched in 2006.

These are from 2000.

For example, at 1:00 AM one night I posted:

so, i think i’m going to check out adam voith’s blog then off to bed.

adam.

That’s it.

That’s the post.

No story. No lesson. I just felt the people of the World Wide Web needed to know my immediate browsing-and-sleep plans.

And then, at 2:04 AM, I returned with an update:

so much for going to bed

adam.

THAT’S A THREAD.

I invented the reply-to-my-own-tweet guy six years early.

Twenty-year-old me apparently couldn’t sleep until the internet had received closure.

A few days later, I offered this important dispatch:

this morning

i was on tv.

adam.

Honestly? Excellent post.

No context. No explanation. I had apparently appeared on Good Day Oregon because they were doing a segment at the tiny Starbucks where I worked, but why burden you, dear reader, with any of that?

I was on TV.

Like and subscribe.

I also found evidence that I had independently discovered the retweet.

Another blogger, “tee dub,” had written:

It frustrates me to think that things can move faster than we can see them. Bullets in particular.

So I copied it onto my blog, said where it came from, and reposted it for my readers.

In 2000.

Retweet.

I assume the royalty check from Jack Dorsey has simply been delayed.

And then there’s the basic status update:

the big weekend begins

well it’s here. tonight i am going to start a marathon of shows. well three nights in a row anyway.

adam.

Tell me that isn’t a tweet.

There isn’t even really a blog post hiding in there. Twenty-year-old me was just standing in the digital town square yelling:

THREE SHOWS THIS WEEKEND LET’S GOOOOOOO

Except because it was 2000, I had to go home, sit down at a computer, connect to the internet, open Blogger, type it, publish it, and then hope one of the approximately fourteen people reading my website happened to stop by.

Which may be the thing I love most about finding these.

I tend to think of Twitter and the social-media era as the point when we all started narrating our lives in public: what we’re doing, what we’re watching, what we’re thinking, where we’re going, the dumb joke that just occurred to us.

But apparently I was already doing it.

I just had my own website.

Maybe social media didn’t teach me to overshare on the internet.

Maybe social media just finally caught up.