I took a selfie of my possessed body. Sorry for the poor lighting.

I Was Possessed by a Digital Demon and Got into My First Twitter Fight

Being fairly new to blogging on my own and promoting my work on Twitter, I was wondering when I’d draft myself into a pointless, trivial war in the land of the Big Blue Bird.

Since I’m typically not a confrontational person, I always chose to watch these skirmishes from afar, laugh at everyone’s needless outrage, then go back to living my libertine life.

However, when I saw an unnecessary controversy (I won’t say which) erupt on Twitter, I was taken over by something primal, something atavistic, something that could only be explained by the worst parts of the Bible. And that’s when I entered the fray.

There were no survivors but me.

Don’t provoke me if you don’t want your Twitter mentions to look like this.

My demon started off civilly enough; instead of kicking off my participation with a profane insult, I offered a sharp yet thoughtful opinion on the matter, and many people liked it.

But of course, it is an article of faith that there is no drug more addicting than Twitter likes, and I immediately plugging the stuff into my veins.