Twitter Plague

“There was much of the beautiful, much of the wanton, much of the bizarre,something of the terrible,and not a little of that which might have excited disgust”.
The Masque of the Red Death-Edgar Alan Poe
Quotable Poe-week # 2 from Heretics,Lovers and Madmen website: https://hereticsloversmadmen.com

The Twitter plague came like a thief in the night spreading it’s infection, devastating vast areas of urban humanity. The population, seeking respite from human contact, locked themselves in their castellated abodes becoming an echo chamber of mean spirited wraiths. For this was a plague that infested the soul rather than the body.

I was relaxing on the park bench, admiring the majestic sweep of the weeping willow, its lower boughs drooping into the stream. I closed my eyes trying, unsuccessfully, to ignore the sounds emanating from the cell phone held by the woman sitting to the left of me. Her voice suddenly chimed ” serves you right you hypocrite, it looks good on you.” My curiosity getting the better of me, I asked what she meant by that statement. ” That so called university professor who thinks he know everything. There a video of him on Twitter crying just like a baby. ”

‘Can I see it” I asked. “I think I know the person.”

She showed me the video and I tensed for it was my favorite YouTube personality. It was then that the Twitter plague first manifested itself in my body. My heart started beating fast, my irritation towards the woman grew and I made a huge effort not to scream my derision at the stupid,inane comment she had just uttered. With an extreme effort of will I turned abruptly from the woman and made my way to my castellated abode.

Seated comfortably in my library I pressed the laptop’s on button,clicked the Twitter icon, scrolled down the tweets and yes there it was the tweet I was seeking with the video attachment. The 90 likes and 35 retweets increased my heart rate and caused my brain to throb with anger. My fingers tapped a suitable reply and I glowed with satisfaction as I reread my non refutable argument and clicked send. Over the next hour the plague quickened in my soul and fed off the negative energy I had sent and received. I became increasingly tired and drained as the diatribe continued, no side backing down, continuing to disparage the other for their lack of knowledge and insight into this important matter.

My wife shouted up the stairs ” Suppers ready.” I frowned in irritation at this disturbance wanting to unleash my hurried thoughts onto the screen before they escaped my mind. ” Suppers ready, are you up there”, my wife shouting again. Reluctantly I closed the laptop and went down stairs.

“Everything okay.”

“Why do you ask.”

“You look flushed and not yourself. Are you getting sick”

“No. Just some stupid, idiot on Twitter who is the biggest sanctimonious, hypocrite I have ever come across.”

” Oh, is that all. Is the beef cooked okay. I was trying for medium but it may be a little overdone.”

I felt myself relax as the Twitter plague began to recede, leaving my soul whole again.

“Once in a golden hour

I cast to earth a seed.

Up there came a flower,

The people said, a weed.”

Alfred Lord Tennyson,

10 thoughts on “Twitter Plague

    1. Don’t let this put you off Annie. This particular incident I have blogged about previously. It concerned a person heavily involved in his church and taking a Theology degree disparaging someone, in a personal way rather than his ideas. This so called theologian saw a moment of weakness in a human being drew attention to it on Twitter and his followers laughed along with him. The person in question they were laughing at has suffered from depression since childhood and fights it constantly. I consider this person with depression, an atheist, to be a much bigger person than the so called Christians. Choose carefully who you decide to follow on Twitter.

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  1. For decades I have avoided news and advertisements as I don’t want to be flooded with information from outside sources that really has little bearing on my life. So it goes for me with Facebook and Twitter. Excellently written Len. I felt your frustration.

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