I felt awkward all day from something that happened on Twitter early this morning, wherein I got blocked by another poet and didn’t know why ~ had I committed a weird poetic faux pas by retweeting with a joke, must we always be serious when replying to a fellow poet, what, what? ~ but there was nothing I could do about it until I got home from work. Once home, I logged into my other account (yes, I still have one for Anna) and tried to see what was going on. Stalker alert!
Apparently this particular poet haz a sad because he isn’t getting the numbers he thinks he deserves from his heartfelt poetic tweets (I have liked bunches of his stuff), while silly tweeps rack up hundreds and thousands of hearts and retweets. I totally get it. Don’t I also complain regularly about this issue in one way or another? This morning, he had written a line about how we aren’t alone in our madness, and I retweeted it with a lighthearted comment (“that’s what I was afraid of”), nothing mean or negative, but he clearly got so irritated he threw me out of his tworld forever. I see now that he isn’t one to joke around at all, but I did not know this about him earlier. Oh well.
Thing is, I can’t really bitch about what happened or say he was unfair. Why not? Cuz I do the exact same thing and will continue to do it. That’s one of the good/bad elements of interacting online ~ you can make snap judgments, act on them, and just be done. I have blocked a zillion people on Twitter for their annoying/horrifying political stances and it’s a relief not to deal with them further. In real life, interactions are more nuanced. You often have to accept the complicated mishmash of a person in order to have any kind of relationship or friendship at all.
But on Twitter? Pffft. Just block them. Easy peasy. Block Nazis. Block hookers. Block poets who make jokes. All annoying people into the oubliette!
The Daily Prompt: Awkward