I keep feeling an impulse to tweet irks & ires: things that frustrate me, be they online or in real life. But honestly, being unable to it forces me to think about why I want to tweet those remarks.

I only want to in order to connect, to find sympathy, to find others who share in my disdain for whatever it is that I am displeased over.

That’s clearly not how social media should work. Some use it as such, but ridiculously altruistic me continues to (selfishly) believe otherwise.

So here I sit, bottled up with frustrations after an emptied bottle of wine. But perhaps—instead—it will teach me to not worry over such “trivial” matters.

If not…someone better me making a special delivery of some hard liquor so I know how to truly purge on such an endeavour.

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