Over the past few weeks, every time I have opened Twitter, I am been assaulted by vitriol and find myself in a smog of verbal monoxide. Despite my best efforts to neutralize and eliminate the nonsensical, Twitter stream feels full of angst, outrage, and lack of civility. As a friend pointed out, “People twist facts to align with their opinion. Then the truth gets lost in the noise.” And we all pay the cost of lies.
I find myself less interested in the stream. If not outrage, it is posturing and marketing at an extreme. It is a no-holds battle for attention, and it is not constructive. I find myself spending less time on Twitter. Because as Righteous Brothers sang:
Now there’s no welcome look in your eyes when I reach for you
And now you’re starting to criticize little things I do
It makes me just feel like crying (baby)
‘Cause, baby, something beautiful’s dying
Don’t get me wrong – I love Twitter as a discovery engine for good stuff to read view and watch. But the baggage it comes with — too much. I am still glad Tony Haile has saved Nuzzel, if not improved on it just yet.