Category: Farewells

You can find me back on Twitter. I figured that this would happen. I had no faith in anyone involved in this project (save for Paul, who is nice, and whom I wish succeeds in all of their ventures); but, quite frankly, the writing’s on the wall. The dead walk again; we cannot wait.

This never worked.

I experimented with this for a year. Granted, most of the year, I wasn’t even at home. But, I still tried.

Most of what Bluesky was, was a failure.

The statistics are clear. The thing recently plateau’d at about 700,000 daily posters (and I’m being generous); the amount of people following each other per day has been slashed from 400,000 to slightly under 300,000, suggesting maturation, saturation, or just stagnation; and the post levels are just plain stagnant, following a strict and insurmountable week format, wherein people post most during the weekdays and least during the weekends. Which, while to be expected, has produced a most-brutal ‘ghost town’ effect that has been orders of magnitude worse than Twitter’s.

Twitter used to feel ‘dead’ to me. And it is— compared to its heydey, it’s actually quite ‘dead’.

But Bluesky is even deader.

There are problems here.

I don’t know why a trans person would support (or willfully engage with; be near; follow; enable, or otherwise acknowledge the presence of) a transphobe. Furthermore, I have no idea why they would rhetorically, metaphorically ‘die on the hill’ of keeping them on their platform. I mean, I ‘get’ it— the old, ‘I would defend your right to free speech to the death,’ routine, that’s absolute fucking bullshit and doesn’t work in reality. But if you were going to do that, why would you make a platform that’s supposed to replace Twitter? Why not just use Twitter and try to integrate the changes that you were trying to make, into Twitter, if you don’t give a shit about working alongside or being near bad people?

Bluesky seems to be an exercise in futility. Initially, the idea of self-verifying (a la Pinterest) seemed quite fetching. It’s always been my preferred form of verification. Unfortunately, in some effort to be more like Twitter (always a mistake), the decision was made to start issuing Verification Checkmarks. And I think that’s where the entire thing started to go south.

Despite what anyone might tell you— or, rather, try to convince you of— a Verification Checkmark is some indication that the person’s presence is accepted on the platform. This we can easily prove because it can be removed if the person misbehaves. Thus it can be posited that the presence of the mark indicates, at the very fucking least, that the person’s improprieties that would rob them of the mark have not yet been noticed. But still, the very fact that they’ve been sneetched in this very fashion denotes that, yes, somebody looked over their account, nodded their head yeah, and bestowed upon them some form of official acceptance. Legally, an endorsement is something very specific. Colloquially, generally, I would say that a Verification Checkmark, if it’s given through an official capacity, would be some form of endorsement— and I use that word in the loosest, least-sue-able way.

Besides that, today, I woke up to some dipshit trying to concern-troll me in a way I’d only ever seen on Twitter.

No. Nope. No way in Hell. Fuck this place— it’s got a userbase nearly 3 orders of magnitude smaller than fucking Twitter. I’m not getting my ears boxed by some dipshit who cannot even give me the illusion of being famous on the fucking Internet.

Utility

The only utility of this place was to talk to one specific friend. This one specific friend recently got their Twitter account back, making Bluesky fucking useless to me.

I’ll be keeping it for two others, because one has since deleted their Twitter account, and the other has locked it, probably never to use it again.

But that’s the fucking problem. We have Discord. We have had each other added on Discord for over a decade now.

What the fuck would I use this shitty fucking website for?

Diaspora

Currently, as of this writing (which shall not be updated— I don’t like any of you on the -Sky’s that much), there are several projects that people are migrating to. Since the protocol doesn’t work well enough, people’s posts are not being propagated between the servers, which is going to lead to people walling themselves off from each other even more than they already are.

One project seems to be a self-segregation attempt to keep out people of certain skin colors. Seeing as I’ve lived a life where my skin color was never the right one, despite basically having the entire ancestry of humanity coursing through my veins, that very plainly disgusts me. Oh, but don’t worry!— you’re free to join other instances hosted by the same people, if you are not of the ‘right’ skin color. (Ugh, fuck this noise.)

Another one seeks to self-segregate people based on sexual orientation and gender identity. Which, quite frankly, is just going to be a constant Internet fight, judging by the tone of the people interested in joining it.

There’s no hope, here. Originally, the idea was that people would do this— but not adversarially. This unnecessary aggression towards one another is going to result in the same thing that made Mastodon virtually unusable.

I don’t want to fix it.

Twitter

Somehow, Elon Musk won.

Which is amazing, really. It is a dark fucking miracle, and I don’t like it; but I must admit that Twitter, somehow, like Luigi, has won by doing nothing.

I don’t use social media much, these days, to begin with. And I tend to use it just to vent, which is increasingly becoming something I am shying away from.

I guess this is it, Luigi.

We didn’t have a good run, but I am going to be re-purposing my Bluesky domain name for something more-interesting than that barrel of cunts.

Later.

I remember the good times. The smiles that were had. The endless days of sunshine in my mind, now ended, and gone.

The corridors of power, and ‘learning’. Led by people in dead-end jobs, leading us to the same nowhere(s). These places they’d trapped themselves in; all sudden ‘adults,’ people with diplomas, and doctorates, all painted in the same corner(s).

I remember the birth of the Internet. The endless creativity, now ended. The fire of passion, those flames now frozen, by time, and Capitalism. The limitless tributes to the lives lived by the people we will never meet. A thousand thousand photographs of people’s long-dead grandmothers, all set in bespoke ‘image galleries’, on Geoshitties.

The “Under Construction” sign, anointed animated gif, from a site beckoning me to ‘check back soon, for updates.’ The text therein reads: “last updated…” in the previous millennium.

Old sites, frozen in time. Links going nowhere; all digital tombstones.

Old fucking memories. Like breathing the air in abandoned buildings. These places are gone; their experience(s) liminal. But they still live on, somehow, in my Heart.

It’s time to let go.

Good night.

The sun is about to rise . . .

This is what I call a ‘Farewell’. I am formally declaring an end to any attempt to try and communicate with human beings on a certain front.

In the past, I have always assumed that human beings were rational actors, worthy of both respect and consideration. They are not.

It is not just their comparative level (and lack) of intelligence. It is their lack of respect and consideration for me. That makes it impossible for me to work with them— because they have chosen to be impossible to work with. You can’t reason with a scorpion. It is folly to try.

Human beings have chosen to be difficult. They are the ones at fault; not I.

There is genuinely no communication potential possible nor available in nor from the human race. I said that I didn’t want to ‘give up’; but this is not giving up. I have merely realized that I have been talking to a wall.

There was, at some point in my life, the assumption that I was the one at fault when individuals displaying features of the Dark Triad would claim that I was causing some calamity. I would report a pedophile for grooming a child; the pedophile would claim that I had done something ‘wrong’. When large groups of people (comparatively: ~20) would claim that I was at fault for doing something that I knew was not wrong, I would be confused.

The reality was, and is, that I was not, and am not wrong. The reality is that human beings are simply shitsticks and I am gaining nothing from considering them to be equals, mentally.

If someone is good, and they are kind, then there is a point in maybe considering them. But, as it is, I am sick and tired of humanity. I want to get away from them, and I am.

My problem was that I did not want my behavior to even accidentally harm others. In trying to protect others from myself— and I deemed myself ‘evil’, for some reason I still cannot discern— I would automatically stop, no matter what individual was telling me I was at fault. I thought so little of myself that I always considered myself to be in the wrong.

Last night, going into this morning, I spoke with a person who is as close to an objective evil as I have ever seen. Within 2 hours of speaking with them, I suddenly had an epiphany: I am good. I am a good person. There is not only nothing wrong with me, but, in fact, there are many things that I should be praised for. I should, in point of fact, regularly praise myself. For I am a good person; and I have tried, and currently am trying my best to be my very best.

But human beings don’t ordinarily do this. And the ones who do, we have absolutely no dealings with one another. We are barely even parallel trains. We go our own ways and we do not cross, but we also have vastly nothing to do with one another. I feel no kinship with any random human being, and all of my experiences as a child have muddied my thought process, and taught me to positively prejudge others. Some people have a negative prejudice; I assumed that everyone was basically good, and that they usually meant me well. They do not.

My mistake was taking others at face value, and observing the golden rule. The social contract is a nice thought, and it is basically ‘true’. But all it would take is one person to step outside of it, and that absolutely eluded my detection of any bad actor(s).

When I was growing up, my step-grandmother, and my step-mother alike, told me something that has confused me up to this day. They said, ‘true good cannot recognize true evil’. I never understood what they meant. Now I do.

It has been difficult for me to function, as I have been listening to and taking the advice of human beings. And they are fucked up. And human beings lie; and they speak of things they know nothing about, with the same sort of conviction in which I speak of things I have known about my whole life. They are a child race, incapable of widespread wisdom. Party animals; and I’m sure one out of a million must be something worthwhile. But I cannot waste time on nor with this any longer. My remaining time is precious. I will not have it wasted by baboons.

It is not effective, nor useful thinking, in order to try to ‘figure out’ which human being is worth listening to. If any of them are, and they can provide any sort of wisdom or knowledge that I can use, it is effectively like digging through a septic tank for diamonds. The diamonds are not big enough and I have no further use for such things at this given time, nor will I ever.

One thing to remember, on my part, is that Internet People are never to be interacted with.

At some point in my life, I had assumed that human beings were worth listening to. Because they had told me that the had information(s) worth listening to. Not really. Especially not, in the case of matters of my own damn life.

I asked God for Wisdom, and I have received it. This is good enough. Now, I wish for Happiness, and Familial Health, and especially Peace. There is not, and there shall never be that, here.

Ja ne,
icz / T.B.A.
Dec. 23 2024