Tales from the Crypt

My brother uses Twitter to follow people connected to hobbies and interests. No politics, no issues, no posting, just an ear turned toward some horses’ mouths. For all the obvious reasons, he recently signed up with Bluesky and suggested I do the same. I haven’t been on any social media for years…maybe a decade even? So I decided to give it a go.

I feel older than the dust in a desert tomb saying this, but it lasted about a day. I scrolled and I scrolled and I just don’t care. People on social media don’t sound like people to me and the dominant tones grate. Even when someone does talk about their real life like a real person, it falls flat because it’s hard to care about the day to day of someone I don’t know. I don’t even get the benefit my brother does from just listening to people-in-the-know gossip because I don’t have the kind of hobbies that benefit from early or insider tidbits.

Add that all up and going on social media seems like a recipe for feeling bored and misanthropic. What’s the fun in that?

So I’m done with this experiment and am heading back to the cool shade of my niche under the sarcophagus.