I’ve Finally Quit The Twitter.
Cigarettes, Alcohol, and now Twitter. All in the dustbin this year.
I’ve finally shut down my twitter accounts. (Yeah, they multiplied by subject.) It shouldn’t be a big deal. I remember a time when I didn’t have to check my bloody feed every five seconds. I was, as I always am, late to the party.
I could do a rundown of why twitter is on the naughty list, though the reasons have been long rehearsed and re-hashed. For most of us, twitter is simply a tool of keeping up with massively polarised opinions on whatever the hell you want to throw into the search box. Or it could just be another forum for looking at cute animals.
Twitter was always a little more dangerous for me. The bipolar me seems to get very obsessed with it, and very focused in. It was always one of the tells I could rely on, when life stress was putting extra strain on my medication. I’d zero in on the twittersphere, or twitterverse, or whatever, and just feel my mind kicking up another notch in terms of acceleration and obsessiveness.
The real reason I’m quitting I suppose, is the same reason I quit cigarettes and alcohol. They aren’t really good for me. I can literally scroll twitter for hours, and my brain just feels fried afterwards. It’s kinda a selfish reason to quit. Ain’t it? It isn’t because of…
