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As long as I am posting stuff that is authentic and Iām proud of I donāt care because I can stand behind it & thereās no reason to be ashamed if no one notices it. Like on my art account I can post something I spent 30 hours on and get 10 likes and who cares. Itās something Iām curating for myself and maybe others in the future. But also even on here I tend to censor the things that I donāt think people will be interested in because then it just becomes noise. So intentionality is also important because it kind of prevents that sort of response
Feb 21, 2025
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š®ngl i get a dopamine rush when one of my posts gets over 10 likes š¤£just like any other social media I tend to care too much about what people think of me and how I want to be perceived.. what I like about this site is nobody knows me so I don't necessarily care what anyone thinks about my posts.. yet I enjoy when people agree with my posts and like them!! like wow yup #GoodPost #GoodThought !!! but I have to remind myself that its really doesn't matter. I joined so I could post for myself and have an outlet for my ideas, reviews, etcccc šÆ as long as I don't let it affect what I chose to post I should be good... šš» anyways thank you for liking my posts š¤Ŗ
Jun 16, 2025
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š«I genuinely hope everything I post finds itself before the people that will enjoy it most, building connections and a community centered on shared ideas, experiences, and mutual enjoyment instead of influence.
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šNot out of fear of lack of likes or engagement. I mean, Iāve just joined, but so far I think this app is pretty neat, in the sense that it doesnāt feel like a āoh, Iāve got to curate this thought or personal share until itās whittled down and not actually *me* anymore - so that itās more widely appealing or relatableā kinda thing yāknow? Doesnāt feel like itās about amassing followers, monetisation, or becoming an *influencer*.
Pretty certain that everyone has had angry, dark, bitter, jealous, painfully yearnful, embarrassing moments and feelings. And the kind of thoughts that are ānope, canāt say that. thatās overshare territory babeyā- or like thereās that feeling of āwould I want that being screenshotted?ā hanging over ya. I donāt feel disgust when Iāve read others share those things on social media or when my friends confide in me, but I still feel shame for feeling them myself? How silly.
One thought that Iāve considered sharing on here, but yeeted into the void has been about my identity, erosion of sense of self, and self image. Existential dread, stential(?) dread. Which is, like, *yeah*, everyone (to scaled degrees, especially based on your race, gender, sexuality, class, ALL of the above) can probably relate to by virtue of existing in this shitty framework of a society where everyoneās physical, intellectual, and material image is always going to be scrutinised.
Which I know? But I still struggle with writing or articulating things like āhey, Iām *not* doing okay with this and I donāt know what to do about it. I donāt like where I am, but thinking about change scares me. Sometimes, maybe all the times, I donāt know who I am or what Iām doing outside of the perception of others and that really fucking terrifies me.ā
I donāt know, Iāve deleted most other of my social media accounts and only really yap to my close friends about deeply emotional and intimate *struggles*. But I still feel like flinging things out there sometimes to strangers (which I guess Iāve just done here lol). Itās a different kind of vent release, a type that you donāt have to worry about extremely concerned follow up questions from friends or family haha. Or like, the feeling that even though weāre strangers from all over the place, we all share in the relatable struggles and joys of the human condition - whether through personal shares or *memes and shitposts*
The candid pet pics are cool too tho
Pretty certain that everyone has had angry, dark, bitter, jealous, painfully yearnful, embarrassing moments and feelings. And the kind of thoughts that are ānope, canāt say that. thatās overshare territory babeyā- or like thereās that feeling of āwould I want that being screenshotted?ā hanging over ya. I donāt feel disgust when Iāve read others share those things on social media or when my friends confide in me, but I still feel shame for feeling them myself? How silly.
One thought that Iāve considered sharing on here, but yeeted into the void has been about my identity, erosion of sense of self, and self image. Existential dread, stential(?) dread. Which is, like, *yeah*, everyone (to scaled degrees, especially based on your race, gender, sexuality, class, ALL of the above) can probably relate to by virtue of existing in this shitty framework of a society where everyoneās physical, intellectual, and material image is always going to be scrutinised.
Which I know? But I still struggle with writing or articulating things like āhey, Iām *not* doing okay with this and I donāt know what to do about it. I donāt like where I am, but thinking about change scares me. Sometimes, maybe all the times, I donāt know who I am or what Iām doing outside of the perception of others and that really fucking terrifies me.ā
I donāt know, Iāve deleted most other of my social media accounts and only really yap to my close friends about deeply emotional and intimate *struggles*. But I still feel like flinging things out there sometimes to strangers (which I guess Iāve just done here lol). Itās a different kind of vent release, a type that you donāt have to worry about extremely concerned follow up questions from friends or family haha. Or like, the feeling that even though weāre strangers from all over the place, we all share in the relatable struggles and joys of the human condition - whether through personal shares or *memes and shitposts*
The candid pet pics are cool too tho
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