Hi Elon, I read that you are planning to limit the number of messages I can read on Twitter to 600, your latest addition. Well, then I read that it would be 1,000.
You've also announced that you'll have to pay to verify an account and to use tools like TweetDeck. All this saddened me.
I don't know what the alternative is; I admit that I tried Mastodon, and no. Now your friend Mark launches Threads, but for now not in Europe. Later I realized that the measures you announced didn't affect me much, because I'm not going to verify my account (I'm not famous, and I use my real name) and I don't need TweetDeck.
I asked myself if 600 or 1,000 tweets are many, few, too many, insufficient... Since I don't like to talk just for the sake of talking, I made a little statistic. Don't take it as scientific.
It seemed to me that analyzing 100 tweets could give an approximate idea of the usefulness of this network with which (it is normal) you want to earn money.
I already anticipate that the first conclusion I drew is that I must do a thorough review of who I follow.
In one hundred tweets there was practically a tie between what interested me (29 messages, barely 30%...) and what did not (25); Of these, 12 were authors of articles forwarding their own texts (which I had already seen), and there were seven duplicates, retweeted by different people. Among those retweeted by third parties, those that did not interest me doubled those that did.
Does this mean that I follow people who have interests that are far from mine. Which can be enriching, of course. Or not.
What surprised me the most, because I thought that Twitter is a perfect brain, a quantum eye that sees everything and knows everything, was how unfocused your advertising is, Elon: 25% of the tweets were. And only four caught my attention. 4 out of 25!
I don't know what made you think that I wanted to buy me printed t-shirts, an e-book (you should know, smart guy, I already bought it), attend some courses in pediatrics and English (I admit I lack, but you should also know that the I'll meet Maggie on Wednesday for that), better manage my investment funds (I don't have one), invest in a pharmaceutical company focused on cancer and Alzheimer's (glups: do you want to tell me something?)...
But what hurt me the most, honestly, what I found absolutely intolerable, implausible, I would say close to humiliation, is that you think (I) could decorate my terrace with that metallic monstrosity that changes shape depending on the wind and the angle when the sun hits
