My brother. You understand. I love you.
My brother. You understand. I love you.
Basically: I've started a new job, which allots me way-less spare time, but has actually given me goals to work towards; so it seems more like "gettin' 'er done" than "slave labour," if you get what I mean. Either way: I've been busy. Busy enough that mindlessness and repetition began to take over the less-important aspects of my life. So I began mindlessly logging in to voat, without much consideration to what I was doing.
Here's the weird (or not-so-weird, if you get what I'm getting at) thing: the more I waded in to mindlessness, and the more the routines set in: the more despondent I became. Aloof. My life became monotonous, in the grander social aspect of it all: the view out of the window was crystal-clear, but the satellites hooked up to the meta-feed said "no signal," so to speak. And then it hit me, as I scrolled past page 7 of /v/all... I didn't care.
The rage. The baiting. The shilling. The debaiting (sic)... I just didn't care. And then something wonderful happened: I remembered Poal was a thing. From a deep sense of pointlessness, the memory resurfaced of a chill place where I actually cared what people had to say. And after I started coming back here, again, something even crazier happened: I felt the urge to upvote and comment. And I don't just mean one-off quips or random trolls: I actually felt like contributing something again; like what was being discussed was interesting enough that I wanted to join the conversation.
I don't know if you can appreciate how crazy that is. I basically got to rediscover Poal, and relearn/reinforce why I enjoy it so much. As far as I'm concerned, voat is dead. Like: for-realsies. I'm calling it: 8:35PM EST, 01-10-2020— the day voat died.
Basically: I've started a new job, which allots me ***way***-less spare time, but has *actually* given me goals to work towards; so it seems more like "gettin' 'er done" than "slave labour," if you get what I mean. Either way: I've been busy. Busy enough that mindlessness and repetition began to take over the less-important aspects of my life. So I began mindlessly logging in to voat, without much consideration to what I was doing.
Here's the weird (or not-so-weird, if you get what I'm getting at) thing: the more I waded in to mindlessness, and the more the routines set in: the more despondent I became. Aloof. My life became monotonous, in the grander social aspect of it all: the view out of the window was crystal-clear, but the satellites hooked up to the meta-feed said "no signal," so to speak. And then it hit me,
as I scrolled past page 7 of /v/all... I didn't care.
The rage. The baiting. The shilling. The *de*baiting (sic)... I just didn't care. And then something wonderful happened: I remembered Poal was a thing. From a deep sense of pointlessness, the memory resurfaced of a chill place where I actually cared what people had to say. And after I started coming back here, again, something even crazier happened: I felt the urge to upvote and comment. And I don't just mean one-off quips or random trolls: I actually felt like contributing something again; like what was being discussed was interesting enough that I wanted to join the conversation.
I don't know if you can appreciate how crazy that is. I basically got to rediscover Poal, and relearn/reinforce why I enjoy it so much. As far as I'm concerned, voat is dead. Like: for-realsies. I'm calling it: 8:35PM EST, 01-10-2020— the day voat died.
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