OK. I just quit my Twitter account. To some of you this might seem like some monumental step but in point of fact for me at least is a step backward into some approximation of sanity. Oh sure, there are a million reasons why in the day and age you are not a whole functioning member of society unless you have at least five or more active memberships in the moors popular social media sites. Can’t get known. Can’t build a network. Probably can’t get hired as far as finding the necessity of gainful employment? One’s tablet or phone or even their now currently archaic laptop is an indispensable appendage that seems to be literally growing into your bodily flesh like and old David Cronenberg movie? I admit that my previous bout with the 140 word exercise, spaces included,, during the commencement of Arab Spring in coverage of the events of Tahir square Egypt. that first account lasted a total of a few weeks. This second account has lasted nine days until I terminated it. Of course the security service monitoring will continue to go own for at lease another 30 days. And I am sure that the big mom NSA mainframe in Utah, has gathered plenty of terms to evaluate my level of potential threat over the next decade. But that is not what motivated me to yank the metaphorical plug out the wall. No, the phenomena that most influenced my decision was the mindset of a virtual Asteroid’s game that had me zapping the myriad of absurdly large number of polemics was getting me into a state of nervous exhaustion. It is not a medium of collective opinions or information transmission. Or even a state security mechanism for observing deviating behaviors int he general population. It is simply a video game. One that suggests a certain amount of intellectual word play to hoist one’s phantom opponents upon figurative efforts to launch them back on their own petards. I suppose that it in the opposite sense of same it can be a virtual social acceptance simulator for those that are warmed deep down by icons of little red hearts providing phantom encouragement for the effort of agreement in the confines of a sentence or two?
No my aversion here is based upon a far more fundamental feeling of unease evident before during and after my use of it. I’d say it is a form of self-inflicted masochism? I mean masochism by it’s own definition tends towards that goal post to begin with. But this goes deeper into a world that some old philosopher of the last century could appreciate? Say a William Golding, and of course his premiere rook, “Lord of the Flies.” A watered down psycho-science version of social judgment akin to George Orwell’s Animal Farm. Or al least that was my impression in the burgeoning formative years of ‘critical theory’ afflicting the paradise of 1960’s high school? As sort of sentence of judgement that I was required to slog through in both print and movie form, much to my own distaste. The story tracing the disastrous efforts of English schoolboy’s trying to emulate boarding school culture with, as the great ‘all seeing’ Wiki comments, disastrous results. Without going into specific blow by blow details the notion of nerdy dirty underpants encumbered children running about trying to play like adults in a savage wilderness really epitomizes the current state of smart phone obsessed society. The only difference being that the script is broadcast upon a tiny screen as opposed to having lines prompted from behind a camera. Twitter, in its current perfected form seems the equivalent of that scenario in providing a passively hostile environment that soon quickly has it’s victims falling prey to. it is too easy to become devoured by an incessant fascination to constantly tangle with perceived antagonists. I suppose on a good day the flavor of community on such a site might only be comparable to that of a lynch mob? Becoming one of a faceless crowd egging on others to snap judgments and haphazard affiliations with initiatives and groups that may be straw men fronts designed to manufacture conveniently false statistics to the swing the opinions of of others with whom would probably tend to disagree. So now I contemplate doing the same with some other equally bankable online resources pretending active fraternity with the yellow press, pro or con. Maybe even this site as well? For after all, how and I benefited by all of these time wasting faux exercise? Who care what my opinion is? If someone did, considering all I have written, I would have received some form of substantial bonus check by now? But. alas it doesn’t work like that.