One of the most important skills I’ve ever learned in my life is actually quite simple: knowing when to leave. This can take many forms: leaving a job, party, relationship, whatever, but I’ve never felt any sort of lasting regret for following my gut’s signal to take the exit. Indeed, I can think of multiple occasions where staying at something, against my better judgement, has landed me in situations that I do have lasting regret over (I’ll spare the details, they’re not relevant here).
I wrote about 6 months ago about packing up to log off twitter and accepting the tides of digital empires, but in the last ~2 weeks it’s become abundantly clear to me: it is time to go. The reasons are myriad, be it the fact the place is a ghost town now, the absolute rank hatred (incl. anti-semitism, anti-islam, anti-LGBT, anti-women, etc), the rampant bullshit (e.g. passing Arma3 videos off as actual war footage), but ultimately they all boil down to the same single idea: the place simply isn’t worth my time anymore.