rayon
waifutech enthusiast
The Dork Enlightenment
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rayon
waifutech enthusiast
28d ago
Trump Falls in Love with Me, a White House Janitor
Truly the humble H-doujin is the ultimate artform, primal neuron activation captured and distilled into pure animal spikes of dopamine. Perfect in its simplicity, universal in its application. Through dick, unity.
Man do I hear you,
brothersistersibling. This describes such a depressingly large portion of my daily small talk, online and offline, that I will display a stunning lack of awareness and reply with my own vent along largely the same lines, to draw the same inane outcome.This shit is so endemic that it must be some sort of fully general brainrot, possibly internet-induced. If I wanted to simply dump my shit I can talk to chatbots; we talk to other humans for that inexplicable feeling of namaste, "the light in me sees the light in you", a certain ineffable assurance that you are communicating with a conscious being - and in seeing your reflection in their eyes, become assured of your existence in the world. I increasingly feel like the demiurge has recently pushed a patch that fixes this bug and absolves humans of this need, and my software version is too old and retarded to be compatible. This tendency is everywhere, no matter where I turn I cannot unsee it.
PMs with friends? I am a person very ill fit for the modern internet - one that feels like reacting to everything you are sent is just common modesty. Namaste, etc. ...I started to see downsides to my approach in about the 100th tiktok/insta clip that my friend finds funny and sends me with no caption and no real relation to us per se. Memes of the olden era at least had a certain relatability(?) to them - haha literally me/us, haha funny word, haha [TOPICAL BLUNDER OF OUTGROUP] - whereas now it's mostly ragebait, some other sort of e-celeb slop, or barely comprehensible Jenga towers of irony best encapsulated by a median Max0r video.
Worse still, when I try to resist yearning for the slop and share (what looks to me) like topical, relevant things, half of the time I don't get a reaction at all. The slight sliver of sovl I try to dredge up goes literally ignored. Hans, are we the sloppers? I know one man's sovl is another man's slop but come the fuck on, not even a telegram react? Bruh.
Discord chats? Take the above and remove what little educational/relational value was left.
Email chains? Same shit mostly, except the tendency to answer a story with a story also very quickly bloats the response body until it takes over a day to cover everythint and reply at all, unless I take it upon myself to mercilessly prune chunks of it (and in doing so deprive the other person of acknowledgement).
Imageboards? You'd be lucky to get one actual thoughtful reply instead of some local samefagging retard who has made his life's calling to shit up this specific board/thread/general. (This is at least not new.)
Twitter? Thank fucking God I am not on Twitter, my heart goes out to everyone who is.
Youtube comments? If it's
eceleb slopcreator content, expect many """thoughtful""" Reddit-tier barely-related personal story from the poster's tumultuous life, something like "thanks for covering Doom 2, my sadly late grandfather would've loved this review so much when back in the day he was a real fan and <...>".Fuck, even literal music videos will inevitably have at least one highly-updooted traumadumping comment which barely pretends to be on topic. And don't even get me started on the comments to those comments, I think literally zero information exchange takes place there, its trauma dumping all the way down. Uplifting/powerful music? Stories of how it helps the poster overcome adversity. Sad music? Thrice as many stories about some immediate family member's death. Literally just a fucking cover of a song from a videogame? Scroll down and witness
Week long, man. I dread to imagine.
This shit is a plague, and it's absolutely tearing through the proverbial commons. My current spicy theory of why this is so rampant is because, after a decade of culture war and arbitrary censure of ever more innocuous viewpoints, the unwashed masses have finally internalized a lesson: faves may be problematic, today's Breathtaking Wholesome Person is tomorrow's Literally Nazi, the tides of kulturkampf are stupidly capricious - but amidst the tumult of it all, the Lived Experience is sacred. And so it is mounted as a preemptive shield, the last line of defense; your reaction or input on [anything] cannot be found problematic if you throw your entire self on top of it to shield it. This has been the case before with the rise of defensive "As a [PROGRESSIVE IDENTITY], my thoughts are..."-posting on Reddit and its ilk, and now this has finally trickled down to the masses, as meme economics say it must. We live in a fucking society. At least I still have this place.
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burgers?sorry, this tangent got away from me, I know it's overly cynical, its been a long time Nooticed and coalesced spontaneously while my melatonin is kicking in to help me sleep through my depressive episode. Get through this, suckers.To conclude, I agree. I am trying to resist this tendency myself and still include question marks and pronouns other than "I" in the things I write, even if I do not get this courtesy in turn, but I too am starting to feel outgunned. This seems to me like a true tragedy of the commons, and I have no idea how to even try fixing it.
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