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Apr. 30th, 2026 08:50 pmno memory function only chaos
post from just_put_me listing all the usernames
and 116_520 pokemon group fussing
post from just_put_me listing all the usernames
and 116_520 pokemon group fussing
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Apr. 30th, 2026 08:11 pma further comment on my dreamwidth experience.
i am starved for likes, which is to say i am starved for attention, but it's become absolutely normal to put a like instead of an actual comment. i know when my tumblr friends get online after an absense because 20 of my things that i posted while they were away show up in my inbox again with big fat likes stamped on them. i just read everything on latest things page (except the russian cause idk russian) and i have put those posts in my brain but there was no actual acknowledgement of it.
if i see anyone post a photo of their cat it makes me go out into the garden to see if any cats are lurking ... and if there ARE any cats, i sit and hang out with them for like an hour or so, and that is a way in which real life get affected by some dude's post.
people like that generally post a cat photo every day, but it's just the time that i'm online at the same time the post is displayed on latest things and i happen to see and now my friendship with cat is forever deepened because we did the hanging out thing.
today especially, bob was sleepy tired, but never in the same place for more than five minutes. being in the sun was too hot, and being in the shade was too cold. he found a happy medium in the shade of leaves, where some leaves were casting a shadow, but there were gaps in the leaves, and so a little bit of warmth also. good balance.
that wasn't to do with seeing a photo online though. that was because laundry was being hung outside and i used that opportunity to go stalk in the tall grass to see if anyone was about.
whereupon i saw a butt sticking out of the bush.
anyway.
back to online.
stuff like that, that i see, and actually has an effect on my life,
or also someone talking about a show or book they loved and either i watch that show or i rewatch a fave because someone mentioned THEIR fave.
but all of it under the umbrella of lurking, because there's no like function
and no way to use someone liking your post(s) to go to their blog and find out which similar things they post about.
everyone lurking and everyone singing to the void
which is fine, but allow me the agony of no longer being constantly pelted with dopamine from the fact that likes exist and happen.
and no i am not asking for likes to be a part of the site.
if there is any group of people, splintered or gathered, that evoke a murmur of wanting likes, i am not among them.
i am starved for likes, which is to say i am starved for attention, but it's become absolutely normal to put a like instead of an actual comment. i know when my tumblr friends get online after an absense because 20 of my things that i posted while they were away show up in my inbox again with big fat likes stamped on them. i just read everything on latest things page (except the russian cause idk russian) and i have put those posts in my brain but there was no actual acknowledgement of it.
if i see anyone post a photo of their cat it makes me go out into the garden to see if any cats are lurking ... and if there ARE any cats, i sit and hang out with them for like an hour or so, and that is a way in which real life get affected by some dude's post.
people like that generally post a cat photo every day, but it's just the time that i'm online at the same time the post is displayed on latest things and i happen to see and now my friendship with cat is forever deepened because we did the hanging out thing.
today especially, bob was sleepy tired, but never in the same place for more than five minutes. being in the sun was too hot, and being in the shade was too cold. he found a happy medium in the shade of leaves, where some leaves were casting a shadow, but there were gaps in the leaves, and so a little bit of warmth also. good balance.
that wasn't to do with seeing a photo online though. that was because laundry was being hung outside and i used that opportunity to go stalk in the tall grass to see if anyone was about.
whereupon i saw a butt sticking out of the bush.
anyway.
back to online.
stuff like that, that i see, and actually has an effect on my life,
or also someone talking about a show or book they loved and either i watch that show or i rewatch a fave because someone mentioned THEIR fave.
but all of it under the umbrella of lurking, because there's no like function
and no way to use someone liking your post(s) to go to their blog and find out which similar things they post about.
everyone lurking and everyone singing to the void
which is fine, but allow me the agony of no longer being constantly pelted with dopamine from the fact that likes exist and happen.
and no i am not asking for likes to be a part of the site.
if there is any group of people, splintered or gathered, that evoke a murmur of wanting likes, i am not among them.
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Apr. 29th, 2026 09:10 amadding conspiracy theories where there are none. all this happened to me a decade ago. it's just your frontal lobe settling. adolesence is until 25. normally people are distracted by raising kids but a majority of that age group are childless by choice or postponing kids for career reasons.
also i guarantee most these people are approaching 30 and for some reason everyone is afraid of turing 30
the distraction away from sitting with it continues, because everyone is obsessed with conspiracy theories and somehow obsessing about "what They are doing with time" rather than just feeling out the season and coming to terms with ageing
also i guarantee most these people are approaching 30 and for some reason everyone is afraid of turing 30
the distraction away from sitting with it continues, because everyone is obsessed with conspiracy theories and somehow obsessing about "what They are doing with time" rather than just feeling out the season and coming to terms with ageing
