Twitter is a lot like the famed Boston bar, Cheers. It’s a place where everyone knows your name, and they’re always glad you came. It’s a place to go and talk to complete strangers about common interests and engage in a bit of fist pounding, teeth clenching, righteous indignation for your cause. But the endless political posturing and feigned outrage are a colossal waste of time, and unfortunately, I can’t pay my bills with retweets.
The full scope of my attention is now devoted to my small business, Salzman Custom Sawing, that I have run the past few years and recently expanded to other facets like furniture. It has always been a passion of mine, to the point that I even dragged around a tough-tote full of woodworking books in Iraq and designed furniture between patrols. When you run your own small business it takes the bulk of your time and energy. When you happen to be a man with one arm doing jobs typically done by men with two arms you need every last minute in your day. Spending time on Twitter robs me of valuable time and energy that I simply can’t spare.
I will pop on occasionally to tweet something noteworthy, but for the time being my days of tweeting regularly are over. But don’t worry, last time I checked there was still plenty of righteous indignation on Twitter.