Twitter is a funny
business. You decide to “follow” people you know and also a
couple of conservation organisations This way, you hope to keep up
with your friends' doings and to stay abreast of what's happening to
protect the world's wildlife. But three reasons have prompted me to
pull out of Twitter:
1. You get endless
postings or repostings (retweets) from friends of friends of friends
who talk about things you don't know about or aren't interested in; or who
talk in a metalanguage that resembles one of those West African
creoles that enabled the white man to order the natives about.
2. All the postings on
conservation matters are negative, gloomy, gutwrenching. Every one
tells of another catastrophe, another wickedness, another species on
the verge of extinction. It's the stuff of suicide pacts. The worst
part of this is that I know in some cases that the dire predictions
are not based on solid evidence: they are there simply to scare the
shite out of us. It does the conservation/green movement no good at
all.
3. The three Tweet
friends that I love the most are raging intellectuals way beyond my
capacity. They know recondite stuff, they use arcane vocabulary, they
quote medieval Provençal
balladeers, they offer pithy wisdom in languages that I can't even
recognise. In short, they make me feel inadequate. They give me the
sort of uneasy feeling that would cause a man to check his flies even
if he were wearing a kilt.
So, it's goodbye to
Twitter. I still follow Facebook, though. Just.
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