There was a time when I felt it was good and necessary for me to keep up with the all the news, information, and opinions flying through Twitter—especially information about who has done what, who has said what, who’s in, and who’s out. I thought I might miss crucial information if I didn’t stay closely connected to Twitter. But I’ve found it’s just as beneficial, and perhaps more beneficial, to avoid that kind of information and to avoid that quantity of information.
During the summer, I left home for a two-week vacation with my family. I knew that in order for this to be a true vacation, I would need to vacate not only my home and my job, but also my social media. Especially Twitter. I returned home two weeks later, but have still not returned to Twitter. Actually, that’s not quite true—I still post links there when I write a new article, but I do that through a third-party app; I haven’t actually read or checked a single tweet since the day I left. And frankly, I have barely wanted to. I’ve found that my life is happier without Twitter. It’s better. It’s less stressful. And I’ve been putting some thought into why that is.At the top of the list is the simple reality that I may have the wrong disposition for Twitter. The man just doesn’t fit the medium. Over the past few years I’ve awakened to the reality that in many ways I am a weak person. I am weak physically, constitutionally, and in some ways emotionally.