Sometime at the end of 2016 I broke up with Twitter. I say sometime because my last tweet was December 24, 2016 – well after the election and well before the inauguration – so I can’t pin it to one of those dates. But my rationale completely revolved around those dates.
I just couldn’t support a platform upon which the leader of the free world acted so, well un-presidential. I certainly wasn’t burying my head in the sand – if I wanted to read his tweets all I had to do was tune in to any major national news channel. Besides, interesting tweets from the people I follow showed up occasionally in my email, and I seriously doubted that any of my 300 followers really missed my tweets.
I changed my mind just these past few days, after reading an article in one of the running sites I follow that featured funny running tweets. Not long after, I had a funny experience running that I was sure could have qualified as an addition to that list. Dare I tweet it?
As I continued running, I realized that my distaste for one person’s use of the Twitter platform didn’t make the Twitter platform bad. And I realized that a) I was being petty and childish, and b) no one cared. When I came in from the run, I sent the tweet.
So I’m back. But I still swear not to follow @RealDonaldTrump.