In honor of Elon trying to create babies for money with women he slid into DM's of on Twitter, I have agreed to be impregnated by Mastodon admins for free.
The thing about being the Main Character for a day, which I have spent several over a decade, is how much you just want them to understand. You want to tell the story.
But it's too late for that. You just have to let it roll in. And your socialization is going to correctly do what it was evolved for. And punish you.
And if you're feeling terrible it's because you're not a sociopath. And you realize, wow it would be awesome to be a sociopath. I get it now.
There is a real-world trope where one releases an overwrought apology in supplication thinking it will work, or tries to endlessly litigate it out of an offensive strategy to supplant narrative.
You can be put in impossible situations, including by yourself. There's nothing that you can say or explain in the end which will possibly matter at that point.
And the hardest thing to do, is just sit there and take it and say nothing.
Ostracism is a lynchpin hack humans are coded to recoil from. Denunciation fucking works.
It's going to hurt. It is going to feel like the world is falling apart and falling through your fingers. Like it's the end.
And then you move on. When the hurricane subsides and somehow you are dry.
You can totally understand how someone, presented with a set of information, would think you're terrible. And it's gonna hurt the most realizing there's no resolution to your story for them. There is no redemption. You're just going to have to live with an exponential where millions believe you suck. But just as easily as they cast aspersion, you can categorize it as not emotionally important. This is going to be hard.
Your moral waypoints should center on your closest friends and those who've known you the longest. Hopefully you're not a billionaire surrounded by groupies then you're fucked.
You should really probably reflect on how you got to this position. And earnestly address it and take it seriously. Maybe?
But that isn't the end of you as a person. Unfortunately, you probably are going to need to keep doing "this" for a handful of decades. Not posting online – which is stupid as fuck and nobody should ever do – but waking up each day.
Nobody typing shit into their phone is going to change the fact you're going to wake up tomorrow. Only you can fuck that up.
My life would be so much easier just to abandon Mastodon. But here I am, on Saturday fucking writing completely unique things and insights and posting anyway. You think I'm just using an app to crosspost, but I'm not. It was screwing up image dimensions across the protocols.
The ironic thing about VPNs is they are only safe because they cannot see your traffic because it's already encrypted by HTTPS. 15 years ago, VPNs were untenable because you trusted them with private data they could spy on. They are only enabled now by innate privacy the ecosystem already provides.