In a world where online connectivity is taken for granted, a new phenomenon has emerged to torment the lives of millions: Belly Punch Twitter. A once innocuous platform for connecting with friends and family has devolved into a sewage system of self-aggrandizement and petty squabbles. Those who log on each day are met with a barrage of inflammatory tweets, cleverly crafted to either deflect blame from oneself or dish it out with reckless abandon.

At its core, Belly Punch Twitter is a character study of humanity’s darker impulses. People who would never raise their voices in real life society now find themselves freely voicing opinions on capricious subjects like cat food and politics. Or perhaps, a local market increases prices on household goods and the everyman feels empowered to weigh in with a spirited retort to unrelated stranger’s justification for it.

However, beneath the patina of humor and rebellion, lies a sad life truth – how precious human time is being squandered in trivial pursuits and when the soul- searching for just an occasional instance of meatier articulations. Whether societal effectiveness is bolstered, or aimless drift fails a conscience of value in communities threatened- especially those curating multitudes unmotivated or immature, in reality despite superficial aggressive blogging spheres summon a unfurtive mix of vicariously destructive, taste-blandish rudeness no social denonym accurate for tragic fractions albeit major matter remains.

As technology drives the tectonic plates of our lives forward, we’d be wise to take a step back, re-evaluate our place in the Belly Punch Twitter universe, and ask ourselves, “Is this really how we want to spend our time?”