A little over a month back, I quit Twitter. It had been some months in the making.

I’m not highlighting this to unleash a lengthy rant or decry Twitter’s owner, Elon Musk. You can find those hard-hitting personal essays anywhere. I’m noting this because if you’ve been looking for me on Twitter (or wondering why I’ve been missing), it’s because I terminated my account. 

I’m still around on Discord, Instagram, and at my personal site. While Twitter had been slipping for quite a while, what ultimately drove a stake through my interest in doom-scrolling was when my Substack links and links to my personal website stopped working. At first, it was just Substack, and while I wasn’t happy about it, I was willing to wait it out until Twitter rolled back a rather dumb decision. But then my personal site links broke. 

I was left with no choice but to presume that Elon really hated my writing. First my Substack links wouldn’t work, and then my personal site links broke? It could have been a coincidence, sure, but it’s easier to assume that Elon recoils and seethes at the mention of Night Sky, a story of mine that I believe is an absolute banger (you should read it). 

As mentioned earlier, it’s been over a month. And I don’t feel bad about it. I don’t miss Twitter. I may no longer be hip on pop culture news, but life only improved when I ditched the bird app.