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.
