SeptugenarianSenate
This logic is why I began recording and posting my domestic abuse nights to 18+ sites. It’s amazing how much more traffic the fringe sexual interest communities can get, even just for my low quality hate-bate material. It’s like printing money (and bruises heal)
even just your awareness and ability to articulate yourself,as well as the capacity for consequential reasoning and your willingness to empathize with your brother all seem like priceless artifacts of your humanity which will become more precious and respected as we all start continue recognizing and discussing the realities we have seen throughout our twisted and tumultuous lives, and we are able to gracefully “live (well enough) and let die (or let go without bitterness)” the mistakes of these past few generations and all the shit they have been cooking for themselves and others all around them, to justify how they have been making it by, through all the thick and thin that they had all been making up and giving to each other.
there’s probably an infinite number of paths, and an even greater number of perspectives to be considered across each moment and position along each of them. or absolutely nothing at all. most other possibilities seem so unlikely, they probably aren’t worth considering
I have never seen anyone un-upvote their own post before on this platform (viewing from voyager at least), most of my comments are initiated as pre-upvoted by myself, the author.
I’m thinking either you did undo the auto-upvote, or the other possibility is that it posted with zero votes for some reason. I might have to start also de-voting my own posts that I am not specifically enthused by or excited about, if that is what you have done here.
(I’m still on Reddit mode where there might be some kind of running total for my profile, but I never bothered keeping track or angling for extra votes over there much either, it just cracks me up how much the little sorting algorithm metrics mean to some of us even when we might not be willing to admit or even recognize it sometimes)
My memory hole is sore from overuse (I don't know this cliché), so pardon my crude innuendo.