You know who I’m talking about (and this isn’t particularly aimed at writers). The ones who melodramatically claim that they’ve had enough and are leaving Twitter/Facebook/a forum. You can almost picture them, stretched out on a chaise longue with an eye mask on, pathetically waving people away as they say in a tiny voice..
“I can’t face it anymore. People are cruel. The world is cruel. They all keep deliberately misunderstanding me. I’m too sensitive and possibly slightly above all this. No, don’t try to persuade me to stay, my mind is made up.”
And then, as we all say “Fair enough” and tiptoe out of the room, they lift one side of the mask, realise what’s happening and blurt out in a panic, “No! wait. Go on then, if you insist…” and everything is back to normal.
I understand that people might need a break every so often, I’ve done it myself, in which case you just do exactly that, have a break. No fanfare, no tearful goodbyes, you just don’t go online as much. Or you explain what you’re doing and do it. It’s the people who make such a fuss that annoy me, the ones that test people, only to come back again one day later, looking a bit embarrassed and sheepish.
It’s like the little boy who cried wolf and we all know what happened to him. One day a wolf ate the internet and nobody cared. Or something.