Flipping the bird at answers

Dear Twitter,

What we had was thrilling for a while, but then it got lame. I’m sorry – it’s not you, it’s everyone else.

You gave me the confidence to publish longer blog posts at Socratic Ignorance is Bliss, but there’s something … something about you that makes me feel squeamish now.

I know, that’s rough, but I have to be honest – you gave me the confidence for that, too.

Maybe we could continue seeing each other, but it would have to be an open relationship.

Remember how I had a drink with Networked Blogs on Facebook? I can’t even remember how it happened now – I was so drunk. But it was good, and we’d like to keep seeing each other. She sees a lot of other people, so it wouldn’t be right for me to shut off any options that might come up.

Have you considered polyamoury? The strictures of traditional love can be throttling sometimes, considering the lifestyles we all lead in these big cities.

Like I said, it’s not you – it’s just that I feel so violently bombarded by everyone else when I’m with you, ya know.

I’m gonna wanna post about Socratic Ignorance is Bliss on you, it’s just that I won’t be publishing as much inane stuff.

I understand that maybe we need each other. We always did find such interesting people to talk with when we were together – it was weird, you’re like a magnet for nutjobs. But maybe we’ll just have to settle with whatever comes of this thing with SIB.

She doesn’t have the same shapely public timeline that you do, but there’s something special about the way people come to her specifically, to read what she’s got. It just seems so much more … intimate. In contrast, you seem quite promiscuous, which is why I find it weird that you’ve reacted this way.

I don’t want this to end on a bad note – shit, it’s not even ending. I just wanted you to know that, for me, things need to change. I totally dig you, but who knew that all that early fluttering would peter out without so much as a flash fire? There’s too much else in the world, ya know, so much to distract us: it’s hard to imagine we’d spend any longer than our twenties together.

There’s still heaps of time. We should hang out, just you and me and everyone else. We’ll be okay – you’re better in crowds, I’m better one-on-one. Seeya just above the blogroll.

Love and democratic self-determination,

Ryan xo
September ‘09