Thursday, May 13, 2010
I'm God's Lonely Man...
Oh fuck you, Twitter.
Hey folks, are you like me? Do you have natural defenses you carry around with you everyday, a "personality cushion" that protects the scared little child deep inside, that you use to interact with people in the cold, heartless outside world?
Does this cushion somehow not exist when you're on the Internet? My cushion works like that (or rather, doesn't work). My feelings can get very easily hurt. It sucks.
A couple people unfollowed me on Twitter recently. It bugged me. I mean, it *really* fucking bugged me. Why? I don't know. It's like a form of rejection. And the insidious thing is, you're not notified that you're being unfollowed. Okay, maybe that's good. I don't know. And I don't know why they unfollowed me. Was I too verbose? Did I insult their sensibilities? Was I too ethnic?
Who the fuck knows. Okay, I am a fucking pisser. I unfollowed those fucking motherfuckers that unfollowed me.
But it didn't stop there. I found a website, Friend Or Follow, whereby I could find out who I was following that wasn't following me.
Holy shit, there were a lot of people that *used* to follow me that had apparently stopped following me at some point. THOSE FUCKERS. THOSE DIRTY MOTHERFUCKERS.
There are of course celebrities and such that aren't going to follow you. That's fine. And if I want to follow Harry Hamlin, I'm not expecting him to follow me. But what about all the peons such as myself? Well, to me there is an implied reciprocity. I follow you, you follow me. Simple. But then you go and surreptitiously unfollow me? Well, fuck you.
I was following 220 people earlier today. Now I am following 126. Take it away, Travis...
P.S. Um, there are a lot of people that are following me that I am not following back. I'm working on rectifying that, okay? SHEESH.
P.P.S. I unfollowed Harry Hamlin.