Twitter is probably the last social media platform I cling to. Even then I’m clinging on with a very loose grip and the chasm below me just looks like a big bed with fluffy pillows and a 500 tog duvet and I feel really tired.
Actually I am really tired. I have some sort of bug which is wrapping itself around me like a depressed Goth at a funeral.
As much as I’d like to dump Twitter in the way I dumped Facebook I’m aware I still find it occasionally funny, insightful and heartwarming. Also, it is the only way I communicate with the outside world if I don’t have your email address or we don’t see each other somewhere. If nothing else I owe it to my fellow Pandemonialists who have to do all the Facebook promotion because I’m not on there. It would be unfair to expect them to do all the Twitter stuff as well.
To fix this I’ve tried to find a middle ground. Twitter has a feature called Muted Words. Just like muted accounts it stops any instance of that word from appearing in your timeline. You can control the level of “mute” you have meaning people you follow can still mention it in a reply to you, that sort of thing. But on the whole, everytime anyone mentions the word, “Brexit” on Twitter I don’t see it.
Or at least it was. In the last few days the news has been peppered with talk of defecting MPs, and girl radicalised by Islamic State who wants to return to the UK, and Derek Hatton. These are all subjects I don’t think Twitter is qualified, capable or willing to discuss with any degree of logic, reason or humour. On top of that, I’ve been really tired, and I’ve found myself sucked in to debates I don’t want to be, nor should I be, part of.
Tonight, I added to my list of muted words. It’s up to 14 words or phrases. It’s quite small. I refreshed my home page and saw this tweet. A tweet which normally would have got missed in the hubbub of arguments, non-sequiturs and race hate:
And I knew I’d done the right thing.