X-odus: or another chapter in the infinite scroll of the attention economy
If someone announces they are quitting Twitter, and no one is there to like the post, does it even matter?
I’m sorry, I can’t help it
Hello, my name is F. and I have a problem. My problem is that I likely hate you. And the reason I likely hate you is that you very likely suffer from social media verborrhea. It’s not your fault; it’s the way things are these days: we submit our every thought and feeling to the Algorithm God, and hope for the best. I do it too. But I can’t help hating you. And I don’t want to feel guilty about this — it is what it is. Still, take everything I say with a pinch of salt. The hatred is real, but it isn’t personal. Don’t you go making it personal, just to get some attention out of it. Don’t go posting about my hatred online.
I’m only joking of course! But now that I’ve got your anaemic attention, now it’s when I need to apologise. I need to apologise, even if I hate you, because I didn’t want to write about social media ever again. Firstly, I’ve already done it; but also there are people more in the know than me, who are doing it better.1 You might remember that la…