Is it possible to treat X (thread-based social media) like some kind of personal website? The web, the network of self-authenticity and ideas?
Let’s be real here, in X you can post long-ass texts with just a cheap basic subscription, long-ass videos, long-ass everything. But the interface and experience suck-ass.
Back in January, I experimented with using this website as a link hoarder. URL links are the most powerful thing on the internet, they connect basically everything.
You can mark your posts, query them using advanced search, and share the search results as links. You can pin a post containing thousands of links to your profile, just like a header or website menu.
The possibilities are endless. But after three months of using it to try to make genuine fren, the network effect and its toxicity began injecting into my psyche. Why?
A social media platform isn’t just about features. it’s about culture. The culture on X, being brutally honest here, is algo-driven af, messy, and the default mode is UGLY.
I had to tweak it with a bunch of browser extensions to make my experience more enjoyable and worked hard to find the gem authentic bubble. It’s tough to admit, but tech part comes closest to being that gem.
Sure, you can experiment with your posts without thinking about your audience, but why is it so freaking hard for small accounts? The majority of lowbies are worries about numbers, whether it’s reach or follows or end up being lurkers, even worse larpers.
The originality of thought here is driven by echoes.
I love being here: my network is goofy, cracky, and full of curious retardy anime and random pfps :D
X is currently the biggest natural network on the internet, you can beef with Elon Musk if you want to, no different in position. You can ratio the villainous corpos, shift the direction of humanity and make meaningful changes. How funny.
But over time, I realized 99% we are slowly becomes an echo chamber of the masses. Validation becomes a proxy for worth. Our ideas and authenticity get buried in the noise, news, and their void.
There’s nothing inherently wrong with that, but it feels like a slow death of authenticity. The reason? Seems like the majority of us don’t have the balls to truly become the idea of ourselves.
I was wondering why…