Sociability

Today I deleted my accounts (multiple) on X/Twitter/Elon’s hobbyhorse. That Place, we’ll call it.

At the time I’m writing this, Mr. Muskrat has been systematically dismantling over two centuries of checks and balances to line his overfilled pockets. I’d kept the accounts because I was worried about some spambot seizing my name, but I really don’t care anymore.

The other rationale for staying was that it exposed my flowers to a global audience of millions. Then I did the math and figured out how many flowers I’d given away to people who saw them on That Place.

The number was zero.

I got more interest from Mastodon than I ever got from That Place. Most of the flowers I’ve given away were distributed by hand at various events. My hopes of going viral were dashed a while ago.

I’d been weaning myself away over time as it was, as more people I followed there migrated to Bluesky, where I’m spending more of my time now. Today, I pulled the trigger and deactivated my accounts.

It’s a relief, really. The place had been systematically enshittifying for years, especially after Mr. Muskrat took over. By the time I quit, I was only logging in to post flowers. It felt so good to delete the app on my phone and not have that X staring at me anymore.

I’ve listed my remaining social media accounts on the Q&A page, if you’d like a way to follow me. I hope to get a little more frequent with flowers, if only as a coping mechanism.