My Toxic Relationship with X (Twitter)
Last week, I deleted X from my phone three times.
Today, I reinstalled it.
My relationship with X is toxic.
Like in any toxic relationship, I remain trapped because it’s not solely negative. I’ve also experienced beautiful moments in this relationship, though those memories are from a while back.
However, I haven’t given up hope that it could be like before, that we could be happy again like in the old days.
Back then, I thought X made me a better person, helping me network, build a successful business, become one of those cool influencers.
In the early years, being active on X really felt like time well spent.
Within a few months, I was making money from digital products and growing my email list. I made connections with other creators in countries like Germany, India, or South Africa.
Today, this feels like a different era. When I spend time with X, I feel like a zombie. I scroll aimlessly, watching content that holds no value for me, listening to anonymous accounts tell me I’m a failure because I still don’t drive a Bugatti, still pay taxes, don’t live in Dubai, or haven’t fathered 5 children with 5 different women.
