Is Following And Then Unfollowing Somebody That Loves You On Twitter The Meanest Thing You Can Do To A Person Online?
It was all good just a year ago…
Mood:
Not gonna lie, yesterday was a rough one for your pal Clem. I got dumped. Online. By my favorite basketball player. For those that don’t know, I walked the thin line of stalker and fan trying to get Kristaps Porzingis to follow me.
On one glorious day last summer, he followed me out of the blue. I’ll admit that it made me way happier than a random follow should make someone. But the fact is I’ve loved that 7’3″ since he came into my life in June of 2015. I blogged every story of his like he was a God. Defended him against even his harshest critics. I even went halfway across the world to learn more about him and his home country.
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Kristaps and I was like peas and carrots. I was round, he was long, and ummm that’s about it. But we read each others tweets! Or at least I read his. I didn’t know if he followed me just to figuratively shut me up and then muted me to literally shut me up.
My biggest question is why did he unfollow me? Was it all the Mets tweet? The bombardment of pigs in a blanket pictures with a #SWISH hashtag? A couple of casual reminders that Rough N Rowdy 3 was on April 13th and could be purchased through this link? Why didn’t he just mute me? Is it because unlike him, I have knees that you could build a foundation on? Or maybe James Dolan and Steve Mills made him unfollow me since I remind everyone how much they SUCK every time I blog about the Knicks.
But whatever the reason, fuck him. If he doesn’t want to be in my #twitterfam, he can take a hike. I mean why should I care what some lanky Latvian that has never won more than 32 games in an NBA season thinks of me when I have an online family like this having my back?
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With an online fam like this, who needs unicorns?
Even the youth got involved.
You hate to see it.
And despite the fact I love the nickname and get called it wayyyy more than I could ever imagine, I am no longer Clemzingis. I am now simply Clem.
The lesson in all this is never meet your heroes. And definitely never get followed by your heroes on Twitter. For those that say it’s better to be followed and unfollowed than never followed at all, they don’t know how much that white space hurts the soul. My biggest regret is not hopping in his DMs. Granted a fat blogger would have fit in like a sore thumb compared to the Instagram models and whoever else is in an NBA stars DMs. But sometimes you gotta just shoot your shot. So again, if you have a crush that you want to ask out, ask them. They may say yes! And then they will probably break up with you out of the blue and make you never want to date anybody else again. But hey, that moment you think somebody you loved actually loved you back may make it all worth it. Okay, I’m projecting. I’ve always dreamed of the Knicks moving to Seattle so I could abandon Knicks fanhood and becoming an NBA widow. But I can’t do it. Because I am too dumb, loyal, and the 90s Knicks were the first sports team I fell in love with. Plus my favorite Knick of all time has followed me since back when I had about 400 followers and before I even wrote for Barstool part-time.
And we all know what he thinks of James Dolan.
Gangstaaaaaaa
By the way the answer to the headline of this blog is “No”. Revenge porn, getting your identity stolen, catfishing, doxxing, and like a billion things on the Dark Web that I don’t even know of are definitely worse than having your favorite basketball player unfollow you. But still, fuck people that do that. The Mute button prevents people from getting hurt. Either follow for life or don’t follow at all.
P.S. Lithuania >>>>>>>> Latvia. There I said it.