I’ve had a good run on Twitter. Nay, a great run. I’ve made people laugh, I’ve made them share their works, all over the place. I’ve opened up and I’ve received other confidences from others. I will take these confidences with me, to the tomb I’ll inhabit, in many years from now. It’s been my place to shine, away from the hubbub of real life. My cabaret.
Yet, it’s time for me to go. The spark is gone, the clown is a fucking sad person, now. Tweets are sent but are not read. Messages are sent, but are avoided, as if they were the plague. Laughs aren’t the guffaws and groans I used to get. It’s the last call, folks. The bar is closed. The thrill is gone. I’m willing to bet all the money I have (and I don’t have much) that this post will be read by a few people and avoided by others. I respect their call and apologize if I’ve caused something that called for this.
It could be said that the algorithms are to blame, with regards to the lack of reception of my not-so-great jokes, but I’m sure that there are deeper causes, potentially much more negative, than mere 0s and 1s. That is why I’m pulling the plug on my account, at an undetermined date, in the near future. I will still be reachable, via other means, such as this blog or my beloved email.
It has been quite a ride and I cannot thank you enough, for all these moments you’ve given me and that boost knowing that I make you laugh has given to my self-esteem. It’s not an easy post to write and I hope to see you again, either in a bar or a book signing. Write on, folks!