Quitting Twitter

…ouch…

It hurt, I’ve gotta admit. Odd how we become so attached to things like that. It was very much like a real death, only on a much smaller scale. And yet, it was kind of a relief.

And it was my fault, which makes it hurt more, but I was targeted, too, in a way, and that hurts. I got suspended, while the person I was arguing with is still there. The name of her account was, and I’m not kidding in the least, “I Get People Suspended from Twitter.”

And he, or she, or it did.

It would take too long to explain the blow-by-blow, but basically, I was on some thread having a mostly polite argument with another user when “Ms. I Get People Suspended” swooped in and started arguing with me, too. Incredibly rude, condescending, and aggressive — but she used no swear words, and the object of every insult was clearly unnamed, though it was clearly me to whom she referred.

My first instinct was to block her. How I wish I would have done that.

This person presented herself in an asexual way, neither male nor female, but self-righteous in the extreme. I’m a Bernie Sanders supporter and she treated me as if I were a Nazi.

This person was so over-the-top that I strongly suspect it was an imposter, some college Republican boy pretending to be an outraged transsexual liberal.

At any rate, the argument devolved into personal insults. Mine included cuss words, hers did not.

She reported me, and I was suspended for “hateful conduct.”

Smash, bang, pow.

I say this in all sincerity — a person would have to spend hours combing through my tweets to find any example of hateful conduct. Other than the occasional heated argument, which happens about once every other month, there was nothing even suggesting hostility.

But that’s how Twitter labeled me nonetheless.

So I quit all of my Twitter accounts. I had three, the Sam Bordeaux account which I was going to use for generalized networking, the “Suite 2B” account which I was going to use to market my play, and my personal Craig Abalos account which I had taken care to protect by avoiding as much conflict and controversy as possible…and as a result of that hypoallergenic vigilance, it was so boring that even I got tired of seeing it.

And it doesn’t matter. No one will care. Sam Bordeaux had around 1775 followers, Craig Abalos had around 311, and Suite 2B only had around 10. Pretty pathetic, and I had the Bordeaux account for about five years.

At any rate…that part of my life is over for a while, and I’m kind of relieved. It sincerely hurt, but now…now I won’t have to waste eight or ten hours of my Friday night dicking around with strangers on the internet, vying for attention.

There is a painter within me who hasn’t seen much light, and now, with the extra time, maybe he’ll be able to pick up a brush and explore another side of life, perhaps a lonelier side of life, but a more meaningful, productive, and rewarding one.

So in an odd way, I’m rather thankful to “Ms. I Get People Suspended” although I believe her to be a truly evil and thoroughly despicable soul.

And I’d laugh, to be honest, if somebody shit down her throat.