I just finished doing something I wanted to do for a while. I browsed through my entire timeline on Twitter, going backwards until I found my first tweet on the 20th of October 2007.

Then I started to retrace my steps tweet by tweet for the last three years of my life. It really felt like going “back to the future” through a load of often insignificant but funny events of my own recent life stream.

Two months after my first tweet, the number of my Followed was more or less equal to the number of current Ashton Kutcherʼs Followers. Back then I hadnʼt started to write this blog yet and I only had around twenty strangers following me upon trust. Shortly after Twitter became a kind of drug for me. I began to talk about every single thing I did.

The day before Christmas Eve of that year I wrote: “I’m in Rome, Via del Corso. I am doing some shopping with my beautiful girl”. Of course I never would have thought that she would leave me over the phone just a week later.

Later, in April 2008, in a club in Rome I met a girl named Katherine. She was so hot. After ten minutes of talking she asked me to take a picture together. Shot it to her satisfaction and posted it on Twitter. Katherine and I got more intimate that night, she told me she lived in Los Angeles, that she was a model, and that she occasionally appeared in some unspecified movie production. Looking at her, I must confess, for a second I pictured her in Vivid Video Studios while filming a lesbian scene with Jenna Jameson.

That evening, I posted more than a dozen tweets about the evolution of our relationship, until at some point, when she stuck her tongue in my mouth, I found something more interesting to do than sending 140 character messages to Twitter.

On September 4, 2009 I played down a sudden nuisance: “I have a severe pain in my left ear. I think it might be otitis.”

Two days later I was in the hospital with half my face paralyzed, my mouth closed tight and one eye I wasnʼt able to close, wide open. I was diagnosed Bell’s palsy. Forty days later, after a cure based on cortisone injections that would have probably smashed a mammoth, a medical report certified that I was finally healed. In the meantime I kept posting a long bulletin made of regular tweets worthy of a medical encyclopedia.

My next tweet will be about this post. It will be something like “New post up on Woork Up > Back to the Future With Your Twitter Timeline” What happens next, I’ll tell you next time. Meanwhile it would be nice to know if you had any particular experience you kept track of on Twitter. Did you ever look back on those days?

To be continued…