Re-activated my Twitter account this morning, having been notified that in a few days it would be deleted. Apparently you only have thirty days to complete your drama, after which Twitter won’t indulge it any longer and cast you out forever. Twitter has become a cesspool of things you don’t want to look at. It’s one horrific thing after another. If the Red Lanterns of Rage are interested in looking for new members, they would do well scrolling through twitter and their ranks would immediately fill up. A few scrolls after reactivation and I was already fuming. Even things that shouldn’t elicit enmity, like an acquaintance’s very smart observations that seemed too performative, made me roll my eyes and sneer. It makes me hate things and people, including myself.
So after a few minutes I’ve deactivated it again, and it was like a door getting shut to keep out all the noise. At some point I will reactivate it to catch up on the latest gossip, when I’m in a generally less fidgety and more emotionally stable state.
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