Like most perpetually online people this week, I was obsessed with social media. New sites. Old sites. New people. Old people. It was a fascinating exercise for me that I am glad is almost over.

As most of you know, I quit Twitter when Elon the Destroyer took over last October, and as most of you know, I loved Twitter. I had perfected it as a news source. It was finely tuned so that Randall P. Girdner was able to open it up to seek out the information that he wanted and then go on about his day. Though it could be a cesspool of information, it was not a cesspool of information for me and I never experienced the confusion and negativity that most people experienced on the site. I wasn’t a poster on Twitter. I was a reader, and I loved it for what it was.

Then, dead silence for months after I quit. It was freeing to not have to look at Twitter each day. It wasn’t that Twitter was producing things that made me feel bad…it was the fact that it wasn’t the first thing I opened every morning and then closed at the end of the evening. It was nice and it looked like the Age of Social Media was coming to a close for me.