I went to have a look on Twitter, what that is. I don't understand. Info-Tool?
I find that strange: another social medium, where it “just” about dissemination of information….
… as if there wasn't enough information on almost anything and everything …..
What interests me is something else: what is behind the term social, who the people are …
Got that during mine too 6 years Facebook, where you still have more space for communication,
not experienced.
However, what I found out, was my deep “Wert” among these people and how I became more and more isolated,
the less good and funny I was. I must have experienced that, what is called bullying, i got cut.
I don't want to be a retweeter, (although now I'm tempted to retweet beautiful literary quotes on Twitter),
but someone, who communicates, shows up, presents itself. I am but far away one “normal self-promoter and
to be a narcissist”. In self-portrayal I see a function for the production of qualitative and, if anything, uncomfortable
encounter.
This is frowned upon on all these channels. It's not about relationship there. Just to loosely retweet and like this,
this dissemination of information and a blessing of the person, who are in the circle of affirmers of information
ranks. profiling of those, who are already being overwhelmed by a lump of attention …. newspapers, nutrition,
Gender, Climate …. subjects … differentiated into subtopics.
I am currently on Twitter i 1 Follower.
Not, that it still bothers me a lot, because during my years on FB I've noticed, that I have phases,
where all the small talk just means nothing to me anymore, where I had to give up everything, if i don't have real ones, depths,
uncomfortable encounters, what you might call a relationship: relationship file, I mean.
It was a bitter experience, standing alone at the end and luring swarms of mosquitoes at the beginning.
I'm here now, on my own website at home, and this is the place, where I live my actual ability to relate,
alone with my references and vocal interactions.
However, I have a lack of emotional nourishment from an outside, a lack, which makes me sick and will eventually cost me my life.
But I'm no longer able to compromise (or currently not). My ambivalence to mine “own value” opposite is huge, I couldn't anymore, like as a brat, all innocent people to meet.
I've done it for so many years.
That doesn't change anything about my basic openness towards people. And also not because of my quick disinterest, if I can't make a substance. You can also call it a form of expectation or egoism:
the blocking (have to) towards everything pleasant and sociable.
Or is it self-punishment?
It is not so, that I don't know, how affability works, I could probably use it, but I can't trust it anymore. Kind of like that.
I retweeted Cioran. And will retweet Cioran.