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It’s not like I’ll feel compelled to write this or that I’ll die if I don’t, and it might actually be better not to write it, but for some reason, I feel like writing this. On that tacky social media platform—which have been bought out by a trillionaire who will likely go down in history as a stain on humanity and having plummeted to the depths of depravity only to continue its descent—I’m enduring the punishment of being ignored by the vast majority of my followers simply because I refuse to engage in sycophantic behavior or curry favor with others. Meanwhile, “I want to curry favor with the algorithm to rack up massive amounts of validation from others, and use that to flaunt to others.” Content created with this kind of motivation—which, in reality, abuses excessive deception and fraudulent tactics—rapes my sight day after day, and, naturally, such content is rewarded with high “like” counts. Every time that happens, my heart is shrouded in darkness, and I get angry, thinking, ...