I’ve decided to start driving with my eyes closed. Oops. I don’t even have a real driver’s license. You’d better get out of my way before I step on it.

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Don’t worry. I’m not going to ask you to ride with me. I’m just talking about my Twitter habit. I’m saying that I unfollowed everyone and I intend to keep it that way for a while. I’ve been inactive for a few months now, so there is no surprise. I’m just going to use it as a DM platform.

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I heard that Twitter is great for meeting new people. It’s great for branding and marketing purposes. I’ve seen a lot of people absolutely crushing it. No doubt. But you know, Twitter is like alcohol to me. It’s addictive. And it’s cool to be able to drink a lot.

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In order to have an amazing conversation, you have to first drink with lots of people. Do rounds of shots and empty 30 beer cans in a night. When you get all fucked up, then you’re ready to have some fun. Maybe. I say maybe because I’m just guessing. I can’t drink that much and I can’t consistently engage with lots of people either. So, instead of going to a bar filled with cool people, I’ve been staying home. I went to the Twitter bar briefly but still, it’s hard for me to sustain interesting conversations.

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Every new post generates a new set of questions in my mind. What does he mean? What’s the context behind the character count? Who is he connected to? Where is he based and where is he heading? When is he going to be available? Why is he sending me a DM? What does he want? How can I help him? It’s overwhelming.

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“Dude, relax. Just ask him one question,” you might say.

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Then I’d be asking myself, “Which question is the most relevant to him? Would he be offended? Did he mention anything pertaining to what he tweeted before? How much should I go back and read his stuff? Beep! Beep! Cognitive Overload Alert! My cognitive function is impaired! As if I’m getting drunk with just a can of beer…

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Some people can take it. Some people can’t. Just like beauty, some people are blessed with better genetics that helps them break down alcohol in blood with much ease. It’s about time I accept the reality.

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Better information diet? Learning from the smartest minds? Twitter is the way. Yes, it makes sense to feed on the quality content so I can produce quality content. Garbage in. Garbage out. Quality in. Quality out. It sounds like not taking advantage of Twitter is like throwing away so much richness that comes with life. As if I’m driving blindfolded.

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But you know, I’m not sure if I had my eyes on the road all the time though. I feel like I was distracted with my eyes wandering around left and right. If I’m ogling at the success of others on the side of the road all the freaking time, it was just a matter of time I fall off from a cliff.

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Regardless of where I’m looking or having my eyes open or not, I will die anyway. I will die. And when I die, I prefer to be on my way. Not on someone else’s.

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My bumpers are bent and bloody. I’m sorry about that.

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And the obvious bad news is that I’m still driving.

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There is good news though.

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You can help me steer ;)

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Happy new year!