I’m back here for journaling and writing and thinking. I created a Twitter anon alt. It’s easy to publish, easy to write. Got into a rhythm. A good, self-reinforcing rhythm.
What’s also easy is the distraction. Even though I followed only one person (a relentlessly positive poaster), I found myself off in the weeds of the Itchy and Scratchy Show that seemingly infects all who inhabit Twitter. And many of those who did not play the political bashing game seemed to be playing the commercial marketing game. Lemme sell you something. Or the ego game. I’m so smart, look at me.
No more Twitter. Back here. No agenda, no distraction, no commerce, no ego-stroking. I’m just here because it’s an easy, low-friction way to get stuff out of my head, with the added benefit of “I done did something!” because I hit “publish.” Yes, I am that shallow. There is no commerce because I’m not selling anything. There is no ego because I do my best to stay anon.
There is a Twitter account to accompany this blog. @reality_laughs. That’s me. It’s there. I think I will just leave it sitting, unused. It was a hidden method to promote readership of this site. That’s my ego, so the Twitter promotion must cease.