RMQualtrough
kiwifarms.net
- Joined
- Jan 2, 2021
Kids being born rn should probably just sui. Almost everything is worse about the 21st century, with limited exceptions like the quality of TV sets. And medicinal advancements... What else? It's all fucking shit.
Everything sucks. Everyone is a talentless hack putting out SHIT "media" featuring black vikings and trannies, rebooting yet ANOTHER series from the 90s or movie from the noughties (because talented people lived then). The internet provides a bizarre and unnatural means of over-socialization that compounds the issues. Before the internet, two facts:
1) In the 90s there was low exposure to autists and retards. On the internet, autists and special needs who are mute irl can be as loud if not LOUDER than everyone else, and have authority where irl they are ignored.
This means that in the 21st century, daily exposure to autists and retards is normal, and hence as a natural consequence, daily online combat when they say something moronic and you feel compelled to reply.
2) Humans are meant to have few friends in a social group that functions as an echo chamber. It's shown that friends tend to take on some behaviors of the other members of the group. We are meant to be insular creatures, not screaming at each other daily because the mute aspie is loud and obnoxious on Reddit and infuriating us into reacting.
This causes stress.
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I have been trying to avoid all social media just for a week but it's difficult. I'm not young enough to where not being on the platforms is creepy serial killer behavior so it's fine to try it... There's an addiction which exists, even if you hate a community, to load it up knowing full well that you will feel angry and stressed.
When I spent yesterday, only one day, assaulting my senses with 90s nostalgia, I had an almost religious experience... I experienced a flood of memory like my entire life since birth playing out. All the horrors of the year 2023 evaporated into the sounds of 1995 school discos and gameplays of PSX classics.
Picking up giant tubs of cherry cola bottles in one of those wholesale warehouses. My family still being alive. Mr Bean VHS tapes...
This is bliss.
Existence ended forever in 2010. I'd even say 2007 realistically.
Everything sucks. Everyone is a talentless hack putting out SHIT "media" featuring black vikings and trannies, rebooting yet ANOTHER series from the 90s or movie from the noughties (because talented people lived then). The internet provides a bizarre and unnatural means of over-socialization that compounds the issues. Before the internet, two facts:
1) In the 90s there was low exposure to autists and retards. On the internet, autists and special needs who are mute irl can be as loud if not LOUDER than everyone else, and have authority where irl they are ignored.
This means that in the 21st century, daily exposure to autists and retards is normal, and hence as a natural consequence, daily online combat when they say something moronic and you feel compelled to reply.
2) Humans are meant to have few friends in a social group that functions as an echo chamber. It's shown that friends tend to take on some behaviors of the other members of the group. We are meant to be insular creatures, not screaming at each other daily because the mute aspie is loud and obnoxious on Reddit and infuriating us into reacting.
This causes stress.
-
I have been trying to avoid all social media just for a week but it's difficult. I'm not young enough to where not being on the platforms is creepy serial killer behavior so it's fine to try it... There's an addiction which exists, even if you hate a community, to load it up knowing full well that you will feel angry and stressed.
When I spent yesterday, only one day, assaulting my senses with 90s nostalgia, I had an almost religious experience... I experienced a flood of memory like my entire life since birth playing out. All the horrors of the year 2023 evaporated into the sounds of 1995 school discos and gameplays of PSX classics.
Picking up giant tubs of cherry cola bottles in one of those wholesale warehouses. My family still being alive. Mr Bean VHS tapes...
This is bliss.
Existence ended forever in 2010. I'd even say 2007 realistically.
