Monday 6/17/24
I used to think Twitter was the lowest of the social media low, but it's Threads, and by a comfortable margin.
All of these needy, lonely, broken, simple, mentally ill people looking for attention, lying their asses off, inventing the drama, doing the gossip, modeling hypocrisy, complaining about things when they are usually the cause of the issues they're going on and on about.
This is partially because there isn't a word limit, or one is easily gotten around. You have these people with nothing in their lives who get on Threads and try and be deep, and there's just nothing to these people. They've never used their minds, they don't know anything, they can't think.
Here's something I just saw:
If my ex husband is still stalking my socials I hope he sees my IG post today and it cuts him exactly the way I meant it
Which was followed by one of these ridiculous yellow face things from that such people make near constant use of.
That's totally healthy. You don't sound crazy at all. Never mind that he's crazy. If he is. He probably is. But so are you.
That is flabbergasting to me. An adult takes to Instagram to make some post in the hopes that her ex-husband sees it, while saying that he's a stalker for looking at her profile that she wants him to see so she can cut him down to size or whatever.
Are you eleven?
The comments were predictable. You're going to have, for instance, some dumb person say, "I love this energy!" If you're someone who writes something like that in response to something like this, just walk off the plank of life. Just leave. Because you're not doing any good here.
But yeah, that's great. Well done, mom. (She added that she was the sole reason her family was beautiful; you'd like to think a mother would believe her kids had something to do with that.) This is how we should strive to be. It's not embarrassing and pathetic at all. Why, you should show this to your kids and say this is how smart, growth-oriented people do things. Learn to be like this.
People are so fucked up. I honestly don't believe there are a thousand people in the world right now who aren't deeply fucked up. I don't mean in the life is real, you get dinged sense. I mean fucked up of their own making. And then they're encouraged--they're cheered on--to keep going lower and lower and lower and lower and lower. There's no rising up, no trying harder, doing better, getting stronger, becoming smarter, learning, seeking. Broken people enable other people in their brokenness.
And the slights and the affronts that people manage to invent. Like this:
Kills me that men don't know what vpl means.
It kills you, does it? Really? Because men tend not to know the abbreviation for visible panty line?
Here's something true: Many men are misogynists. Just as many women are misandrists.
People whine about how alone they are, but they have nothing to say, they make no effort, they have little to offer because they're so stunted, and they complain about the very things that they themselves do. Or don't do. But which they attribute to everyone but themselves. No one connects. No one has friends. Some people have their immediate family unit. And their parents, if they're still alive. That's as far as it goes. Friendship is over. People don't know how to make friends, they don't have a clue how to be a friend. No one can communicate, and when no one can communicate, and they can also just stare at their phone instead, and post online for fake approval, no one can connect. People only partake of what is shoved in their faces. And because that's all the same stupid shit, with no variety and depth, people are ignorant about everything. They have no curiosity, they don't even know what it means, and they wouldn't know how to go about acting on their curiosity if they had any.
Humans have never been as lacking in self-awareness--or any awareness--as they are right now. And then you have this mash-up of insecurity and narcissism that exists inside of so many people. Anyone comfortable with themselves? Anybody?
And all of these people bitching about how old they are. "I'm so old, I'm so old, I'm thirty, I'm forty, I'm fifty, I'm sixty, I'm so old." You're a lazy meatball and it's likely that mentally, intellectually, psychologically, and spiritually, you're in worse shape. You look and sound like you never even tried in life. Stop bitching. You've never full-on tried at anything. You've just bitched and bitched and bitched. What does it matter if you're old? What does it matter if you're even here? What are you doing?
People just get off on self-pity. I don't think they want to be happy. I don't think they want to try. I don't think they want to risk suffering, hard stretches, hard decades even if it meant some other level of fulfillment in the end. I think they want the self-pity. More than anything. How do you respect someone like that? How do you respect yourself? There's your issue for starters. Do everything differently. Every goddamn thing. Reverse it. Get up and start over a new way.
And holy shit does lying come so easy to everyone. Don't lie. Don't lie for attention. Don't lie so you have some stupid story that you shop around for pity and attention.
And what a nation of drinkers and self-medicators. Give it the fuck up. Just give it up. It's that difficult? Like some impossibility? That's your idea of difficult? You have no clue what difficult is then. So get some perspective. People have this need to make excuses almost as if they're doing so before anything happens. Proactive excuse making.
The solutions to your problems are not to be found online. There are no answers there. There's just bullshit. If that's your idea of entertainment, get some standards and get your head out of your ass and into the world. Find stuff. Find yourself. Nothing good comes from staring into this abyss. You become that environment. All of these people are the same, and it's like none of them can see it, or anything.
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