The Day Twitter Broke Me

I’ve made grand proclamations about leaving twitter before, but this time feels different. I’m not leaving-leaving. I’m not NEVER going to visit. I just plan on spending lots less time there because I think the site really does take a toll on my mental and physical well-being.

I knew I was tapping out when the day Epstein news broke the site became awash in conspiracies linking him to…the Clintons. (When it’s obvious his more relevant connections are to the the Rapist-in-Chief.) And the thing is I knew it was coming. I knew that even some pockets of the “want free stuff but reactionary in most other ways left” would traffic in that bullshit. Still I read. And while I was reading something in me broke. And something told me when I logged off it would be for real this time.

It’s one thing to spend hours and hours scrolling through tweets that makes you laugh or smile. It’s another to spend hours contemplating how you can’t wait for an asteroid to come kill everyone on earth over the age of 15.

So I am re-focusing my attention on my art, on my cooking,  on reading actual news, actual books, on learning rather than seething. And now–my blog! Welcome to it.

10 thoughts on “The Day Twitter Broke Me

  1. I get it. I will miss your presence but I get it. And now I have a new blog to add to my list of daily reads!! 🙂

  2. This is really old school, Vacuumslayer. But also very sensible and I should really do something similar. I will of course keep reading.

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