I miss twitter
It’s getting close to two years since I left twitter, and I miss some parts, but not enough to get back to the site now named “X”. The first half of 2023, when I was still using it, and when I started to notice the dumb-scrolling behavior from my side. When my first free time of the year arrive I took a simple decision: I’ll stop using twitter while I’m in this place, I came here to relax not to be stuck on my phone, besides it’s just for a couple of days.
And those days went by fast, suddenly I was back at home, and I didn’t needed to go back to twitter. I suspected there were people and accounts I’ll miss, but in the great scheme of things I was better without twitter.
After weeks and months I noticed the things I was missing out by not being on twitter. My fútbol fandom reduced significantly, I lost track of the inner-public world of tennis, I don’t know anymore what’s on the life of the people or accounts that I used to follow, and again going back to it represented to loose more than to get back. Besides, who knows if the people I missed or the context that I miss are still there. -sigh-
Now at the moment of writing this I have understood and accepted that by being away of twitter my Spanish is not going to be up to date, now it’s frozen at a 2020-2023 state, and yet again I prefer this, even if I see that as a big consequence. But is not a consequence of leaving twitter. It’s a consequence of being an immigrant on a country where my native language is not widely spoken.
And I’ll continue missing and treasuring twitter, but what I miss and treasure does not exist anymore.
-- Update May 2025 --
I wrote this on November 2024, when I was on vacation. 6 months have passed, and things have evolved in a way that I’m glad and relieved that I’m no longer on that site. It was great for some time, when I micro blogged, no need to write long text, nor space for it. Then it evolved with the threads, I changed my use of it, to be a reader, it allowed me to kept following Mexican football from distance, now I can confirm I’m not longer a football fan, and even if my 13 year old wouldn’t believe it, this is where life has drove me. I’ve changed. I no longer miss twitter.
The time I wanted to buy a fountain pen.
I don’t remember why, but I remember that I expend hours trying to figure out a good fountain pen that I could buy. I like to write by hand, I have countless notebooks, and as it’s an activity that I enjoyed, expending money on it it’s not a problem. Except that in the world of fountain pens it could be a problem.
I’m not someone who could just pick a thing, and go with it. I like to have some idea of which is the direction I’m going, how I can make small steps towards it and how to evaluate it. Which after a small looking around YouTube I settled on finding the best fountain pen for beginners that adjusted to my needs and preferences.
I wen’t through different videos, tutorials, compilations, rankings, women and men perspective, manufacturers styles and price ranges. The fountain pen world is big and diverse. It’s fascinating and full of passionate people. I got an understanding on what to evaluate for my first fountain pen, and I evaluated it.
At the end, what I was looking was not a type of pen specifically, but a type of writing. Fountain pen is not for me, or at least not for me at this point in time. The way I like to write is achievable with cheap ball pens, and what I want to be able to write can be done through learning calligraphy or lettering, nevertheless I’ll carry with me what I learnt from the peak I got about fountain pens.