So much like TV
Last week I stopped reading Twitter, cold-turkey.
In the aftermath, most surprising to me was that I did not miss it. I had no curiosity as to what I might be missing. Kind of like when I quit tv cold-turkey at age 18, after realizing I was addicted to it. Not watching tv meant not missing tv.
In the case of Twitter, the urge to quit occurred just as suddenly. I had built up a modest following of 931 (as of yesterday), while I followed twenty or so active users, who in their commentary were either smart or witty or both. As for me, I wrote about (as a CAD writer) CAD industry press releases, (as a non-fiction reader) philosophical arguments, and (as a media person) documenting hypocrisy in the mainstream media.
Twitter canceled me a few times. It blocked one tweet as "incitement to violence." In the tweet, I had suggested cruise ships could better cater by Millennials by offering bungy jumping out on the ocean.
Twice Twitter stealth-edited me. This is when Twitter shows your tweets in your timeline, but does not display them in the public timeline. I got around the blockage in both cases by posting screen grabs of the offending tweets. And then there were examples from others of Twitter coming to the end of its era in free speech.
One of my followers even demanded that I no longer engage in free speech. Well, that's not quite how he put it. He told me angrily what I shouldn't be writing about. Sorry, but that's not how it works.
For me, Twitter's second stealth-edit was the end. Reading and maintaining my feed took up a fair amount of time, as had tv watching. I did enjoy working out philosophical arguments, because 280 characters forced me to work through arguments very, very concisely. On the other hand, I was receiving no benefit from posting press releases, just as watching tv has no benefit.
So then I thought what if I unfollow most of the twenty, and just keep up with a very, very few uniquely-gifted commentators, like @wretchardthecat. Nope, back to the time sink again.
I still have my @upfrontezine account and will check it from time to time for direct notifications, as well as cross-post from this blog. Otherwise, it's as a girlfriend once explained to me, "It was fun while it lasted, but now it's time to move on."