I love how all of this shit today could've just been a few private conversations between a few pairs of people in a text conversation or a chat room or something.
But each of them is so equally obsessed with "controlling the narrative" that they all had to post their messages
here, for everyone to see. They're not just having a discussion / argument / slap-fight with one another. They're peacocking, all of them, neurotic and anxious and desperate to let you know how
right and
virtuous they actually are—while
also trying to step in and make sure that you don't feel that way about any of the shit that the other people are saying.
I was going to praise Styx (insanely enough) for having been the least-bad about this today—but then he goes and posts a barely-AI-edited picture of his daughter on the internet to use her to try to insist that he's not actually a disconnected deadbeat loser. Because the call of public posturing overrides all other considerations.
They're all so insane, in the most boring, basic-bitch way. They're trite. They're stereotypes. They're like your first test in your first semester studying to become a psychologist.
And they all clearly deserve each other.
Tarl keeps trying to doxx me
We call that "phonebooking" now, sweaty.
and insists on posting photos of me from 10 years ago.
Such are the wages of sin (having sex with Tarl).