A Brave New Internet (or: why I stopped using Twitter)

Twitter has been one of my favorite Internet places for at least the past 5 years. Twitter always distinguished itself from Facebook for me because of its 'just a quick thought'-ness. Anything you can think of, just dump it on Twitter. Friends might follow you on Twitter, but thoughts on there are generic and meant to be seen by the world. Anything personal that I want kept between my circle of friends goes on Facebook, anything that doesn't require a friend context goes on Twitter.

Or at least that's how I started using Twitter, but I no longer use it that way. I've been tweeting my random thoughts less and less - more on that later. My main use of Twitter for the past few years(!) has been to complain. There's nothing more satisfying when your train is running late again than to fire off an angry tweet towards the train company (that's you, TFL). Or if my mobile phone's internet has failed yet again during my daily commute (that's you, Three). Or if the software for my fitness tracker is just so shit I can't bear to use it (that's you , Garmin). But I digress. What used to be a frivolous form of quick mind-blogging has turned into an utterly useless hatefest. It's not healthy to use Twitter just for that.

So what about the other use? What about the short random thoughts? I had a fun random thought the other day at work, while performing a request for a client that was a bit out of my comfort zone, but at the same time no trouble at all and quickly handled. In a split-second I came up with "I'm a developer, not a nanny", fired off a tweet and forgot about it. My mood never darkened, I didn't brood on it, I just thought it was a funny thought because it drew parallels with the "I'm a doctor, not an X" meme from Star Trek which (I assumed) would resonate among my developer friends that are following me. Instead I got a concerned message from one of the people I work for asking me if everything was OK.

This is wrong on so many levels, but the main thing that bothers me is this: I know my colleagues quite well (I think), and I think they know me quite well. They know my personality and they know I'll speak up when something bothers me, yet somehow the off chance that an extremely generic statement I make on a personal Twitter account might somehow end up reflecting badly on my client, or my client's client, means that I will be spoken to by someone who did not understand the context in which the remark was made, or what it was even meant to represent.

And you know what the worst part is? I am in the wrong! I'm not saying that sarcastically, I truly believe that I did the wrong thing. I am wrong to assume that it's ok to share a short message publicly without context and expect people to understand all of its nuances. The past that I fondly remember is not 'better' because people back then knew you better and knew to take things in context or not place too highly a value on it; it's just that I used to get away with it because it just didn't occur to anyone to check on Twitter what people you know are saying in public. You can argue very strongly for the right to say anything you want on the internet and get away with it but from a purely game-theoretic perspective an employer would be stupid not to check. All things being equal you'd rather have an employee with zero public presence than an employee with a potentially negative web presence.

I don't fault people for thinking this way but, again from a game-theoretic perspective, my chances of remaining employed, and getting job interviews, only increases by shutting down my Twitter account. I'm not saying any public presence is a risk by definition. Github is a really good example of something that will very likely benefit you, even if you don't write a lot of code publicly. Even if you suck at coding, Github would be a representation of that. It's hard (but not impossible!) to take source code out of context, especially compared to a message of max 140 characters.

This is not 2005 any more. Back then as a fresh 20-something in Japan I could tweet and blog anything I liked without consequences. But in 2015 as a 30-something trying to be a responsible developer you simply can't blurt out random things in public.

Lack of context creates misunderstandings. I truly believe in openness of information and that, provided all parties have the full context available, more information can only have a positive effect. But no one on the internet has the time or the interest to research the full context of something before making up their opinion. That simple little fact makes Twitter a risk without a reward.

 

I've pondered on whether I should write about this at all, and I'm still pondering about closing this blog again in favor of having an anonymous blog, which is what I did a while back. I came back here, to the good old Colorful Wolf, because I believed that I could provide the context people need to understand me. I naively believe that I still can have a net positive effect on the world by writing and sharing the things that interest me.

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A random rambling post

This blog has long since become a massive infodump about my life. I started blogging almost 10 years ago! That's just mad. I never could have imagined that I would still have this blog after so long. Some of the frivolous hypotheticals I have asked myself on this blog have started with 'In 10 years, ...', or 'How would I feel about X 10 years from now?'

So, in the spirit of regaining some of the frivolous blogging spirit I had 9 years ago, and also to create some new content I can laugh at 10 years from now, let's write about some random stuff!

There's this funny personality type test here; 8 years ago I was an INFJ, and I've switched between INTJ and INFJ over the past 10 years, probably tending more towards INTJ in general. I'm surprised this hasn't changed; I feel quite like a different person compared to who I was 8 years ago..

That is perhaps one of the things I am 'struggling' with the most today: I'm not 23 any more. I often wonder if, extrapolating from the 23-year-old me, is the current me the best possible version that I could have become? If I am, I wouldn't have made a single mistake or wrong choice since I was that age, so I would rate that as extremely unlikely. It does make me wonder if, on the bell curve of possible future-me's, most versions of me would more or less end up with a similar mind as the one I have right now. It seems likely, but my mind likes to pretend that only good things happened in the past and therefore the present must have the same type of good things happen to me in order for me to be as 'good' as I was back then. It's silly, that: life does move on, and you can't pretend to be a mad, directionless twenty-something forever.

I am very much not directionless any more. My preference for contemplating the meaning of life has evolved into a preference for building a sustainable and comfortable environment for myself in which I can continue to contemplate the meaning of life. Speaking of contemplation, I have not had a toilet of my own for 4 years now. That is fucking ridiculous. Every man should have his own toilet. But I digress.

An apartment or house that I own. That is what I want. And it's not even 'I' any more, nor has it been for a very long time. Although I try not to drag her into my blog much, my girlfriend and I are very happy together :) - Happy enough to move in together, obviously. Having a girlfriend meant, very simply, a huge shift in lifestyle for me. As an introvert I tend to reserve a fair portion of my free time for myself; time where I don't have to interact with people. I used to spend the other portion of my free time with my friends, and now nearly all of that time is spent with my girlfriend. My friends are no different either - this appears to be how 30-somethings live their lives at this age in this era in this country. While I fondly remember the days where all my friends lived in the same building and we could just knock on each other's doors any time to go out and have fun, now is not the time, place, nor age for that, and I couldn't get that experience back even if I wanted to.

I'm making some big choices lately, but I already know that I won't regret them. Making the big choices in life has never been a problem for me; the only things that dissatisfied me were things that were out of my control. Buying an apartment in London in 2015 may well be a terrible financial decision, despite all the research I put into it suggesting that it won't be. But even if it is, I estimate the financial loss to be acceptable, whereas the alternative of not having my own toilet for another 4 years just isn't. I've put my life on hold for too long, but now it's time to get what I want.

The future is full of possibilities. I used to pride myself on answering the question "Where do you see yourself 5 years from now?" with "I haven't a clue!". I've matured a bit, taken on responsibility, but I still value the idea of not having a fixed future very highly. My answer still stands, but the question has become: "Where do you see yourself 10 years from now?". We shall see. We shall see..

 

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