Sunsetting Twitter

I’ve never been much for social media. People went there; so, I went there, too. But as things have gotten worse, I’ve started to realize… I don’t like this, and I don’t want to be a part of it any longer.

When I’m off of social media, I get things done. I got through 20+ years of clutter, just for swearing off of Twitter for a day. I can get through all the laundry if I just stop trying to feed my brain meaningless bullshit online.

But it’s not easy to give this up. Being a lonely person, I naturally gravitate towards places where, in theory, I can talk to friends.

The reality is, my friends now use the service much less than I do. I can probably talk to them for a five minute stretch, every day. But, other than that, Twitter has become a ghost town.

It didn’t go very well.

Listing my accomplishments doesn’t particularly matter at this junction. Elon has utterly destroyed this place. And, more than that, he’s screwed it up to the point where it’s as good as fucking MySpace— if MySpace was populated by roving gangs of maniacs. Really, the platform is now no better than a version of Facebook with wokescolds on it, and if I have to deal with racists, and fucking neo-puritans, while having no moral support on there? I’d sooner bite my own dick off. There’s no reason to keep using this.

Using Twitter is like talking to a cop: everything you say can and will be used against you, but not in the court of law. But sometimes, yes. Other times, it will be used to ostracize, demonize, and utterly segregate you. You will be quarantined. And I simply don’t want to deal with it anymore.

A while back, I was talking about literal space aliens. I wrote a book about extraterrestrial sentient lifeforms.

Somebody tried to say that I was racist for doing so.


Because they thought I was talking about Asian people.


That’s the reality of Twitter. Twitter is this warehouse of narcissists, this open-air asylum of absolute dipshits, all looking for a reason to get you in trouble. And though I can take it— I’ve taken it for the past, what, 13 fucking years— I’m beginning to realize that constantly being in fight or flight mode is akin to torturing myself. Constantly trying to vet my own statements, figuring out how they could be taken out of context, and get me in trouble, is not something I want to do anymore. I’m done.

More than anything, I’d like to say that, I don’t regret Elon buying Twitter. At some point, Twitter as a platform needed to have the air let out of it. Twitter is a net bad for the world. If it were successful— or, God help us, it continued under liberal management— well. People are already having witch hunts for people who have played a particular video game— just running around and harassing them, like a new, liberal, too-online version of GamerGate.


I’m going to be dreadfully bored. But, I think it’s time for me to step into the shadows, without complaint or regret.


I really wanted that checkmark.