So, I’m going to try and write this without sounding like an utter twat but, being a moint, there is no guarantee of that. At least know my intentions were pure!
I’ve finally done what I’ve waffled on about a few times and left twitter. I’m sure no one really cares why, but the wonder of the self-published internerd age is that I can tell you anyway. S’there.
After a few false starts, I found my twitter feet (if it wasn’t such a confusing portmanteau, I guess that would be found my tweet…?) under the pseudonym @quimph. Through that account and the most recent one I have met some truly wonderful people and I am genuinely grateful to twitter for that. However, I have been quite removed from the whole thing for quite some time now and although I was hoping some kind of magical twitter ‘mojo’ may return it turns out that my depleted stock was indeed finite!
Aside from the usual golden shower of quips… no wait, that’s not right; let me rephrase that… golden shower of witticisms… from the usual people, too often I would find my timeline flooded with hateful written diatribe against whom-or-what-ever was deemed irrevocably unpopular that day. Just didn’t sit right with me. Still doesn’t. So I won’t miss any of that mointish behaviour!
I’m not after sympathy nor attention, but I’m facing a barrage of personal struggle with illness in the family and my own mental health at present that few people know about and even fewer (if any really) know the details of. I think I have unsuccessfully relied on twitter to be a support during this without ever actually asking for it – which, of course, makes me the choicest of moints! However, as it seems to exacerbate the issue, I think it’s best I cut myself off from it entirely.
I had, quite selfishly, only kept my twitter account going to try and promote my music – but twitter is not a market place and doing so only served to distance me further from what I once found fun and enlightening. I felt a bit like a twat at a big party trying to sell funeral services. No one really wants to know. And it prevented me from enjoying the party too. Or some other such useless metaphor.
Anyway, crux of it is, I’m gone! Perhaps one day I’ll create a “character” account, but none of you will know it’s me anyway – kind of like a friendly stalker. No, not really. Thanks for the (many) laughs and the few friendships. I’m dotted about the internet on websites and email addresses and whatnot if anyone is desperate to stay in touch, and I’m sure I’ll be gigging around the place – do come and say hi! However, this moint is off! At least until the inevitable leap in evolution where we are connected to twitter directly from inside the brain…
While I’m at this, I may as well also confess… I don’t really like bacon.
I know. How could I keep up such a facade? A meat-eating internetter who dislikes bacon. But there we have it. Perhaps now I can live without the burden of such a secret.
Ta-ra! x
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