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Monday 28/03/22
I was briefly banned from Twitter yesterday, which is ironic because I had also decided to take a break from it for a week, just before I got told off. Basically, someone called me ugly - so I called them a cunt. I’m not proud of it, but I stand by it. It’s kind of funny that when you swear on Twitter now, it asks you “are you sure you want to tweet this?”. Like, its algorithm has detected some sass, and is just making completely sure you want to take the risk. I can’t help but feel slightly gaslit by Twitter. I’m 31, and have been using the internet since it was shit, so I remember a time when Twitter almost encouraged you to be a dick - but now it wants me to be nice? It’s a little bit like when a serial killer’s parents try and say something like: “Oh - heavens! We had no idea our son was capable of something like that. He always seemed like such a nice boy!”, and it’s like, yeah - ok, but you made him eat out of a dog bowl until he was 13, you’ve kinda got some responsibility.
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