Stoic Lemonade and practical happiness: Tweet like a twit!

Why did you open a Twitter account?
Really?
Can you answer by saying, “I opened a Twitter account in order to …”
Do you use your account to inform people that you need to go to the toilet?
Do you tweet to inform people you need a cigarette?
Is your account for virtue signalling?
Perhaps you need to show everyone out there how clever or beautiful you are?
Do you get off by the sheer magnitude of faceless followers you amass?

I refuse to get pulled into Twitter’s never-ending furore about everything and anything.
On occasion I read the news, but I see no point in reading a thousand opinions.
I feel I drown in an acidic blue sea of noise when I look at people’s tweets.

I find Twitter’s real time updates of the transit system helpful.
This micro-blogging platform isn’t entirely without merit.

But I always smile at this superfluous wonder of our times.
Some postulate that they use Twitter to engage in debate.
Bullshit!
Opinions and vitriol hurled back and forth is hardly “debate.”
When last did you admit you learned something on Twitter?
You know you only wish to push your own viewpoint!

This is why I refuse to become part of this.
I won’t teach myself that I need to scream online in order to be heard.
I see no reason to scream anywhere for that matter.

If attempting to process a hundred thousand opinions and flaky emotions on a daily basis makes you HAPPY, then do it!
Personally I can’t, and I’ve chosen not to.
Emotional clutter kills my happiness vibe.

I see no point in being flooded by a never-ending emotional deluge with no practical way of stemming the tide.
In the offline world I can attempt to do some good – I can even make a difference without “hearing” snide remarks and irrelevant, unrelated opinions from at least a hundred faceless onlookers.

But enough of that… I need to go to the toilet now!

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Stoic Lemonade: The futility of a “Facebook Argument.”

Today I saw another lengthy and very tedious comment-thread on Facebook.
I know I shouldn’t be reading this drivel, but I do get relapses!

One common denominator within comments often shines through:
Very few participants are ever willing to move from a position of “knowing” to a position of “enquiring.”
Everyone is always ready to impart a vast array of knowledge.
Everyone is a guru and a supreme Jedi Master of everything and anything.

But in the end the futility and absurdity of it all amuses me.
The online-argument is never won, it is a crude feedback loop.
Participants caught in this loop manage to spend hours buried in thought – Seeking powerful words that can decimate the enemy!
The weapons often come across as pretentious and contrived attempts at being more clever than everyone else.
But most opponents are strangers who really don’t care about anyone in the virtual fray.
And they definitely couldn’t care less about anything anyone writes.

Jim Kane and Rick Jones commented on your post. So bloody what?

Distractions burn your energy, a lot of it.
One such energy-drain is “The Social Media Comment!”

Have you ever thought about the absurdity of some Facebook notifications and comments?
The significant others in your life don’t always comment on your pictures.
Most probably you added the photos for their benefit?

Relative strangers, or even complete strangers often write, “You look good!”
Then it leaves you wondering where and how they crawled into your virtual world?
But yeah, it’s ok, we’re vain enough to take the compliment.
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