The Gratuitous Irrelevancy of X

Excise that which no longer serves its purpose.

I deactivated my Twitter (X) account this weekend. Instead of banging on about the plethora of reasons why, I just have one important one.

It goes like this.

If I am a reader, I read.

If I am a writer, I write.

If I am creative, I create.

If I am a consumer, then by all means, I will scroll social media and consume what the algorithm decides I should care about.

But I’m a reader.

So for me, I’m busy reading and minding my affairs. These are the things that delight me and when I am delighted, I’m fulfilled. When I’m fulfilled, I share from the wellspring within me.

If I am consuming low-calorie rhetoric, I am depleted. Unfulfilled.

So I deactivated (excised) a platform (a tumor) that no longer served or supported my goals; it drained me of them.