I don’t think I’ve the average twitter user. I follow around 3000 people, which is a preposterous number. Over time I’ve accumulated people based on whether they’re comic industry professionals, people that make me laugh or, more lately, politicos and journalists.
Part of me wants to go through and cull it back to something like 100 people, but I’ve no idea how to go about that without it turning into a dusterfluck. (and one time I unfollowed someone they noticed and asked me why and, like a coward I ignored the question – here’s why: just because. You were first. I’m sorry.)
Occasionally, in a fit of “why the hell am I allowing this to get to me” I delete my twitter app, and it helps. I’d still use twitter – I can just go to the website, and look at it in there. But, it introduces a little bit of friction in to the process, so instead of holding up my phone and flicking in to twitter while I wait on something, I see that it’s too much hassle to go to the website and do something else instead.
It’s not perfect, but it’s certainly helped.
Yesterday I took myself off twitter before I got annoyed with it.
I can’t honestly say I missed anything. Yes. I cheated a bit, checking twitter every so often, and even looked at my brand new personal – just for friends & locked from the outside world – twitter.
When I worked in computers and was trying to get a comic career off the ground, it was very easy for me to keep these two worlds separate: work was work and comics was everything else. They didn’t mix. I didn’t acknowledged the existence of one thing in the other’s sphere. They were two perfect, distinct circles in the Venn diagram of my life.
But then I left my day job and it became all about comics, and I think I miss having that place I can have that’s just me. I did a bit of acting the past couple of years and that was great, and I tried to keep comics away from that, but it’s hard, because… well, that’s who I am.
Anyway, what I’m saying is… I’m having another twitter holiday today. I make no promises beyond today. App is still deleted off my phone, though I will still check it, but I’m determined to wean myself off it, much in the way I eventually cut facebook out of my life.
I’ve really come round to thinking that social media, as much good as it can do (and it did me a great deal of good over time) has become too all encompassing, a victim of its own success. At its worst it’s a perfectly honed tool made to bully or simply a machine to make you insecure about your place in the world, but at it’s absolute best it’s like an industry party that never ends, but good lord, even that would exhaust you.
Anyway, in the words of the Dread Pirate Roberts, twitter, sleep well. I’ll most likely kill you in the morning.