I’m done with Twitter. After 10 years on the platform, many hours both good and bad spent there, I’m done.
I’ve been debating this nearly a year, sad I know, but when a large portion of yourself is presented in a digital medium, a medium you’ve used extensively for the past ten years, stepping away can feel like you’re walking away from an investment. An investment into nothing.
It’s around 6 years since I deleted my Facebook account. Various reasons, predominantly personal, some still deeply hidden, made me leave. It wasn’t a place I wanted to spend time anymore. The reasons I’d started using it were gone, I just used it to live vicariously through others while wallowing in an ever deepening pit of despair. Like I said, bad personal time coincided with it’s deletion. It was not a bad thing.
Now however, I’m at a total opposite end of that spectrum. Happier than I have been in years, actual happy – not the happy you put on for those around you. The kind of happy where I really don’t give a fuck what others think happy I’m putting on this shirt with those shorts and having a party happy. And Twitter doesn’t fit in with that.
All I see is negativity, and there is a good reason for a lot of that, but the negativity is not in my media streams, it’s in my associates and friends – note what I said there, that bit is about you. So I’m done.
Years ago I worked on culling my media feeds from people I know who get me down. I then culled similar people from my life. 18 months ago I culled a close friend that really wasn’t. It’s only got better from there.
So if you want me, you know where to get me, but it won’t be Twitter.