The fucking Christmas spirit or some other closely related piece of ethereal shit made me do the unthinkable. I went searching for the little prick whom I offended years ago becouse of some petty rule that these fucking communities on Hive worship to death. And I did the thing I hate and despise the most - I said fucking sorry, I said something like please unmute my motherfucking posts, and I said it so kindly that I almost believed I really mean it. Jesus fucking Christ, the real me watching the situation from above was like: " Dude, you look ready to suck some real cock to get those posts unmuted tonight! What the fuck is wrong with you? You are embarrassing me in front of myself, you humble little cocksucker!"
And he was right. Fuck the Christmas. Fuck the petty rules. Fuck most of Hive. About seventy percent, at least.
The little prick was irremovable. Like, I'm a great little prick, I have a community and I endorse the rules. I'm not offended, I'm just a vindictive little prick, and now is my turn to fuck you. And he kinda did it. He sounded almost cool, I must admit.
So yeah, petty rules ... I hate them, and this place is full of them. Free chain ... free chain, my ass. A place where people sound like virtual butlers, where everything is compartmentalized so interesting human interactions are rare like pristine teeth in my fucking mouth.
Yes sir. No sir. Have a great day. Oh, nice. Oh, lovely. Oh, we love arts and we love freedom ... yeah, sure ... most of the people here sound like the most annoying shallow caricatures imprisoned in an ugly, suffocating routine. I love imagining extreme shit, but I never dared imagine something like this. Fuck, I started missing the bots from Steemit becouse those fuckers looked more unconstrained and human.
Yes, I am a sociopath, I admit that. But, I'm a proud sociopath who can smell a faked, ugly, servile community spirit even from great distances, and that smell gets me sick even in small doses. Here that motherfucking spirit gets thrown in my face each day, so yeah, have a little bit of compassion for a poor little sociopath. I also have a big fat ego, and I love my well-developed ego that helps me know what my fucking worth is despite the suffocating surroundings
I'm the kind of person that doesn't mind being in conflict. Doesn't mind being questioned or offended. That's my natural environment. Only when some hidden motherfucking urge to be OK with everyone shows its ugly face and makes me do relatively kind things I'll regret, I feel fucked up and defeated.
This place, in part unwillingly - in part not, incentivizes the most shallow, mundane crap and suppresses any kind of interesting individuality. This place incentivizes servile pointless discussions & empty compliments and suppresses anything that could be considered even remotely creative or fun.
For the most part, this looks like Web 3 dystopia, not a utopia.
Most of the people I liked aren't here anymore. But I won't talk about that or anything else. I'm cooling down. I need a long shower to get rid of the virtual shit that covers most of my skin, a shit made of regurgitated self-help phrases, moronic principles, uninventive everything, a shit made of preachy fuckers, little pricks, and a few things more that I can't define right now.
I'm starting to yawn ... that's a good sign. The sign that this thing is over.
One last thing. If you think that you are some kind of expert who feels the need to patronizingly explain to me how Hive works - well, fuck you, I know how it works, you motherfucker, I spent some years here, you know.
