Recently I cleaned out my Twitter account (again – this is about the 4 or 5th time I’ve done this over the life-span of my Twitter experience) and I’ve already gotten the same hatorade that I get every single time. Same shit, different day. kthxbai.
The most vitriolic diatribes are typically sent via email and I end up handling these emails by simply not answering them – there’s just no way to respond adequately or successfully to someone who feels morally offended by this decision.
But recently I’ve been spending more time thinking about my global usage as a whole and whether or not it’s actually worth my time spending any time there at all. If you’ve followed me for anytime at all you are already aware that I often do things differently and am not afraid to experiment with different opportunities or strategies or tactics or whatever else you want to call them. I’ll quit social networks (here and here as an example – and then I did something about it here) that everyone seems to be in love with and swim upstream – doesn’t bother me.
I make many of my decisions intuitively and, I’ll be honest, I follow my heart rather than my head on many of my decisions (although in some ways my heart and my head are essentially the same thing as I’ve come to understand more about myself).
I have considered most of the major outcomes that would occur if I were to suddenly drop out of Twitter entirely. I have calculated, to the best of my ability, the cost and opportunity cost that would occur. I have meditated on how this might impact virtual and real relationships that I have.
But more than that I have ruminated much on how freeing it may actually be. How the long-term gain would infinitely-trump the supposed short-term loss. And, in many ways, I want to align my internal beliefs with what I do externally – that great work speaks for itself.
And, when I look back on my life I want to be known for the work that I do and the value that I create, not how many followers on Twitter that I had. As sad as it might be many of us are tirelessly striving to increase our follower count as if it’s the most important thing in life – sounds funny but then you realize how many decisions are based on upping that “like” count, “+1” count, or RT RT RT all-the-fucking-things.
That’s not me. That’s not why I started building software. That’s not why I started writing. My online existence is but a shadow of who I really am and yet more people know that shadow than the real person that types random shit on the interwebs.
And it grating against my conscience. It’s noise, very little signal. I see successful humans (not internet marketers) live abundant and filling lives that are full of joy and who don’t give a flip about Twitter (and all the rest of it) and I envy them and I won’t be able to stop that from growing unless something dramatically changes (I’m not sure “how” or “what” needs to change – I’m still dialoguing about it internally).
And to be honest, I wonder if I really missing out on something. You never know until you try. Love your thoughts.
[For those interested, this is how I do a massive “nuke” of my Twitter account.]