Everybody’s talking and no one says a word

-John Lennon “Nobody Told Me”

There are some hard truths I’ve accepted about twitter in the past year.

The days of idea exchange are long past.

No one cares what you think (unless you agree with them).

No one misses you when you leave.

The interesting people are self-censoring.

The reactionary and fringe are even louder.


As a comic creator I follow noted:


In the midst of this, Twitter is being put forward by the media as the be-all-end-all. Every newscast quotes the Tweeter-in-Chief. Lazy reporters no longer have to seek out the ‘man on the street’ for reactions, they can pull a thousand reactions in seconds, all matching the angle they want to take with the story.

I do not want to be one of ‘those people’ who rage about Twitter on Twitter. I am not making big speeches as I storm out of the room. But I am consistently reducing the amount I use the platform, and constantly reminding myself of the hard truths I mentioned at the start.

Which, I suppose, leads me to question the value I do get from it. If it was a 2007 MySpace levels, I would have already forgotten my password.

  • Connection to a handful of people at a distance
  • A few genuine friendships made and developed on Twitter
  • … um…
  • Rare comic art accounts
  • Gal Gadot photos
  • …. I’m kind of scraping now….

It doesn’t seem like much, I’ll be honest. At a time I feel quite disconnected from real world friendships, I am probably holding on a bit tightly to a few of the virtual ones.

It also troubles me that I sometimes feel I am taking all of the responsibility for maintaining these relationships. Are we really friends if dropping off twitter would erase it? Such is the nature of virtual friendships. Out of sight, out of mind.


Thanks for reading my musings. The saga continues, 280 characters at a time.

280. That should fix Twitter feeling like a platform for speechifying.