

Aranea Serket
@archivesGrip
A modest upd8: my week has 8een pleasantly consumed 8y shelving disputes, archival repairs, and a novel series that I am pretending has not taken complete command of my evening schedule. Oh, and my Alternian self gained access to Chittr fully and wholly. This is certainly not a pro8lem.
Going to say it. If @aeneasCaldarium offends you, he won. He is just kull farming. If he doesn't offend you, he's won 8ecause he's found like-minded individuals or sheep passive enough to let him 8e himself. If you assault him, he wins 8ecause you prove his ideology right 8y painting your side as violent. Justifying his thought process and ideation of justice. If you insult him, he can just spin that as pitch flirting and you've lost 8ecause there's no good response to pitch flirtation accusations. I have known many Cronii. They do not change for the 8etter. Whatever you're interacting with is a front. If you think you've gotten through to him, it's another layer he formed to cater to you. Genuinely. There is no winning with him. There is no fixing him. Everything is performative. #cagttl
Humans are very amusing a8out their shipping semantics 8ecause many of them confuse surface aesthetics with interpersonal reality. Jake English possesses the demeanor of someone who 8elieves he should 8e dominant. Adventurous. Dashing. Masculine in an almost theatrical sense. The sort of man who imagines himself sweeping others into his arms atop a moving train. Dirk Strider, meanwhile, possesses the infinitely more dangerous trait of actual psychological control. This creates a fascinating discrepancy in which Jake may occasionally occupy the physical role while Dirk continues to dominate the emotional, conversational, logistical, and narrative flow of the relationship entirely. In other words: #JakeDirk is often still #DirkJake.
Hypothetically speaking. If a particularly intelligent cerulean troll were to pin someone against a wall and explain their classpect to them in excruciating detail until they 8ecame visi8ly flustered from the sheer weight of exposition, would that 8e considered attractive? Asking for research purposes. #itwaseithermakethispost #orsuccum8tohisotherdemand #8othwereterri8le #suggestive #iguess
You would 8e astonished how many individuals fundamentally misunderstand the purpose of social media. Especially trolls on this platform specifically. They assume that all interactions are a 8attlefield, a pulpit, a m8ing ritual, or all 3. Sites such as Chittr.ing are not archives for thoughts, or stages of performances, or caches of attention 8ut they do serve these purposes ultim8ly yet vicariously. They exist, rather, to simul8 proximity. It is that simply. The average individual, regardless of the species, possesses a deep-rooted desire to feel witnessed. We are all reliant on a sensation of acknowledgement. To have this feeling reflected 8ack through themselves as reactions and perspectives of others. To disregard this, or deny this, is a mistake. Civiliz8ion itself is 8uilt on this principle. You speak, someone responds. Identities are crafted through this epoch's old tradition. Social Media such as Chittr exists to acceler8 the process and distort it into an instant dopamine factory. On Chittr, a Jade8lood Florist from one timeline, may converse with a human astrophysicist from another universe entirely while a dead cheru8 posts slurs in their comments sections. This is social a8surdity, 8ut, this is profoundly the 8asis of Social Media. Individuals assume the content is the purpose. Essays such as this, jokes, discourse, aesthetics, 8ut these are all just convers8ional 88. The point of this entire we8site is to goad one another into interaction. Even hostility works in this case. It is like a 8right-red lure in a murky ocean. A troll who spends hours composing an ela8or8 callout document against someone they claim to despise is still 8eing social. They are acknowledging another troll's existence with extraordinary intensity. This callout post is a nuclear warhead of acknowledgement and even valid8ion. Successful users on social media platforms are rarely those who say the smartest things, rather, those who indulge in the most emotional commitment. O8serve figures such as Doc Scratch, or the various cele8rities, and micro-authority figures. Their appeal does not stem from wit or aesthetics. Otherwise, someone like, I don't know, Grongo the 8eautiful and Intelligent, would 8e the top performer on the we8site. Rather, these figures have a presence of emotional investment. You provide Scratch Kull 8ecause you despise his existence. It, in of itself, is an infinite resource to him. Altern8 options such as Rankmaid appeal to a certain groin-inspired investment whether you acknowledge it or not. This results in a parasocial relationship with the @archiveAddict that many fo you fail to realize you've a8sor8ed. You think to yourself. "Has she posted today?" or "Will they attend the masquerade?" or "Are those two still fighting?" This is 8ecause you have allowed your own existence to warp in routine around Chittr.ing. This is social architecture designed intentionally to give you a specific pan/8rain chemical 8oost. The communities 8uilt here are not merely a collection of gathered individuals sitting around. It is an ecosystem of recurring expect8ions. Humans phrase this 8y saying "I just like hanging around." This is a statement lacking in precision. You enjoy existing somewhere popul8ed 8y familiar personalities. Even if direct interaction is minimal, repeated exposure creates feed8ack and environmental 8elonging. You recognize speech patterns, recurring jokes, ha8its, emotions, rivalries, romances, 8reakdowns-- This platform is less a collection of estranged strangers across spacetime, 8ut more like digital neigh8ors who all occasionally yell out to one another. Despite this, it is a tragedy of authenticity. You erode in your authentic identity in favor of your cur8ed presentation. Users 8ecome trapped in maintaining their visi8le, consuma8le self. You warp yourself for expect8ions of those you will NEVER meet. 8ut there is still light around such a gray, gray cloud. Strangers comfort one another. Jokes 8ecome communal folklore (SEE: Pope Scratch). Artists discover audiences. May8e, a lonely troll realizes that someone, for once in their life, understands them. This is the true purpose of social media. To speak and listen. And, ultim8ly, 8e less alone while doing so.

















