Thread by @StrayMutts

I was sitting in a bar the other day, minding not to glutton the alcohol - moderation is fine, as porn will attest. A woman walked up and moved right into my personal space.
She introduced herself as Twitter and asked if she could join me.
Not wishing to appear rude, I said sure.

She was not unattractive, and obviously new to town: I know everyone's face, if not their actual nature.
Conversation not being my forte, I asked her about work.
She smiled and said come outside and I'll show you what I do for a living.
Curious more than interested, I Followed.

When we were standing on the street, she pointed at the sky and started talking gibberish.
I looked up but saw nothing, nor did her words make sense.
A third person joined us, looked upwards and asked what we saw.
I said, "I have no idea," but still we searched the empty sky.

She maintained a constant and escalating dialogue of nonsensical chatter.
A crowd soon gathered, all staring at a vacant sky, wondering at the sight.
People began to see what they wanted and desiring inclusion, saw things that didn't exist as the chorus of voices rose in anger.

Everyone pointed at their own mirage and others Followed blindly.
When the first punch was thrown I stepped back and gazed from an outsider's vantage. The congenial, inquisitive collective had been replaced by an angry mob of individuals all bent on being the most offended.

Genuine curiosity had been displaced by a confection of feigned outrage.
She took my hand and said let's go back inside, they're happy now.
When we were seated once again, she laughed and said, "See? That's what I do. Absolutely nothing, and they love me for it."

"Even when they fight?" I asked, not Following. "Even when they don't quite know why they're screaming at each other?"

"Especially when they fight," she said, and marveled at my benign ignorance.