The people who I know who are still on Twitter all talk about it like they talk about their canceled relative. Like, «Yeah, it’s pretty hard to be around him, he has a lot of messed up opinions, but he’s my grandpa so I kind of have to see him every Christmas.» There’s a reluctance to fully embrace it as a platform (because of course there is, have you been on it recently?) but there’s a sense that you’ve been grandfathered in, so you’re not willing to give it up. 

We’re all kind of laughing at it behind its back, but we still come back for more and more every time, like a sort of compulsion. We’ve seen it through thick and thin, and there is still the promise of a perfect tweet that will make it all worth it. Usually, there’s so much to sift through before you get there… but not here.