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I never had twitter but its impact on the internet was undeniable. I see a bunch of people nowadays fearing for the future of media and journalism, as well as the capacity to make regular, normal enough interactions. I leave you with one of my favorite interactions from the platform In the spirit of mourning what was.
Nov 10, 2024
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โIt was daunting at first to leave a place I regularly posted on for 10+ years and made so many connections through, but I donโt even think about it at this point. It became such a cesspool of bad vibes in the past couple years.
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๐ฑWent cold-turkey off IG/FB a couple months back and had already ditched Twitter a couple years ago. It was a weird switch at first (especially IG). There are just some people I'm probably never going to be in contact with again, and for others, I won't have passive daily updates on their lives. Honestly, I think that's normal. It's just not the cultural norm. There are definitely things I miss and events I don't know about, but I'm still filling my life with great things and am just texting people instead. This place has effectively been a public gratitude journal, and Bluesky is where I can still toss unhinged takes into the void as well as get my news. As with most millennials, I'm admittedly still wired to seek validation from people on the internet, but cutting out an algorithmic-driven life has been so much better for my mental health. The more I learn about the perils of big tech, the more I wish people in my life felt empowered to do the same, but I get that people have complex relationships with the big platforms.
Edit: I guess I also have Substack, but the 'social' aspects of it are so unappealing, I hardly ever look at it.
Edit: I guess I also have Substack, but the 'social' aspects of it are so unappealing, I hardly ever look at it.
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๐ฑin early 2022, i had somewhat of a menty b and abandoned my tumblr, which i used for like 12 years. watching tumblr go from toxic to wholesome and self-aware** and then back to toxic over the years made my eye twitch. "not this shit again." so i stopped doomscrolling and i stopped posting on social media, save for a few very rare and random occasions. my instagram became an instrument solely for the purpose of sending my partner memes and saving craft project ideas.
2022, 2023, and now 2024 have passed. my life did not get easier, especially this past year when i lost a friend to cancer, had my job nuked by my state government, and everything else that made 2024 in america particularly trash. i also exist in a marginalized body so there's no real way of escaping constant news of doom. my aversion to living any aspect of my life with an online audience of strangers only grew. seeing people i once knew become addicted to shame because the internet rewards it was particularly disheartening. watching those people become indoctrinated in real time made me feel really hopeless.
so as much as i hate the idea of self-surveilling, i had to admit to myself that i have a lot to give, a lot to share. from all the reading i've done on the human condition in the past 3 years, it seems the only way to combat hopelessness is to share meaning with others. i'm still mostly going to do that offline, but i was happy to find that a platform such as pi.fyi exists because i hate algorithms and people sharing what they like with others is so human.
my corn mittens post getting so much love (tysm btw) made me feel very human, but also kind of sick from all the dopamine hitting my underprepared brain. overall, a great experience posting anything for the first time in years.
**in terms of tumblr, i mean. i realize this is not everyone's experience.
2022, 2023, and now 2024 have passed. my life did not get easier, especially this past year when i lost a friend to cancer, had my job nuked by my state government, and everything else that made 2024 in america particularly trash. i also exist in a marginalized body so there's no real way of escaping constant news of doom. my aversion to living any aspect of my life with an online audience of strangers only grew. seeing people i once knew become addicted to shame because the internet rewards it was particularly disheartening. watching those people become indoctrinated in real time made me feel really hopeless.
so as much as i hate the idea of self-surveilling, i had to admit to myself that i have a lot to give, a lot to share. from all the reading i've done on the human condition in the past 3 years, it seems the only way to combat hopelessness is to share meaning with others. i'm still mostly going to do that offline, but i was happy to find that a platform such as pi.fyi exists because i hate algorithms and people sharing what they like with others is so human.
my corn mittens post getting so much love (tysm btw) made me feel very human, but also kind of sick from all the dopamine hitting my underprepared brain. overall, a great experience posting anything for the first time in years.
**in terms of tumblr, i mean. i realize this is not everyone's experience.
Dec 19, 2024
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