Twitter continues to be an anthropological playground for me.
I really don’t understand why people get upset over morons talking bollocks. They can’t really affect you. They don’t really exist.
It’s text. If you don’t actually know that person it’s like getting upset by graffiti in a public toilet that you never have to use again.
Twitter is like a dream that you can control. Have fun. Then wake up and live a real life. If someone tries to upset you for no reason, ignore it. Or better still, BLOCK. It’s gone. They’re still an unhappy twat and you’re not.
I don’t mean people actually breaking the law and threatening people’s lives of course. They should be dealt with. But attention seeking idiots… let them find it somewhere else.
On a more positive note there are lots of nice sane people on twitter too, that can provide a few laughs and pearls of wisdom now and again.
My job is to embrace all aspects though. The good, the bad and the ugly.
The good you can learn from. The bad can provide me with hours of new stand up material. And the ugly… well that’s not really their fault. It’s also very subjective.
Karl loves freaks as you know. This is the first time I ever committed the little shaven chimp to video…