Repressed Thinking Bothers Me

by Michael Rogers

People sharing memes, sharing memes, sharing memes. It irks the fuck out of me sometimes.

I despise the whole “me too” thing.

What Oscar Wilde said is even more true in our time than in his own when he wrote: “Most people are other people. Their thoughts are someone else’s opinions, their lives a mimicry, their passions a quotation.”

We’ve taken it to a level where it’s become a shortcut to thinking.

I never understood the whole migration into social media when it happened. I’ve been running a top level domain for twenty years. I don’t answer to anyone for the content I put out. I don’t worry about censorship or “Facebook Jail.” I say what I want to say and do what I want to do without any worries.

I run my own servers, so I don’t even have to concern myself with hosting providers and the content and bandwidth restrictions they normally impose on their customers.

So why would I want to putz around on social media web sites to begin with? Why would I want to slum around in internet ghettos when I have this palatial estate called damnage?

Simple.

Unfortunately, it’s where the people are. If I want people to view my content, I have to let them know it’s here, and social media is the best place to advertise it.

It’s a big part of what got me into making memes. It’s a lot easier for some bot to search for, so-called, controversial keywords in a social media post it’s programmed to find than it is for a human being to actually look at the wording of a meme. In other words, memes tend to fly under the radar.

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