junirachmatp

You ever feel like your timeline’s turning into a masquerade? Everything looks loud, colorful, buzzing with applause—but if you really stop and look… it’s empty. Hollow. Fake. Like chewing old gum—there’s a hint of sweetness, but mostly, it’s just gross. I catch myself scrolling slowly, silently asking, “What are people even *doing* here? What are they chasing?” And in the middle of all that noise, there’s one pattern I’ve never really vibed with: support circles. You know the ones—where accounts exist just to boost each other. You like mine, I reply to yours, you retweet me, I quote you. It’s like a mutual validation ritual. But none of it’s honest. Not because the content’s good, but because there’s this silent contract: “You scratch my back, I’ll scratch yours.” And now it’s even weirder. People are getting paid. There’s that little blue check they pay for—not because their content has integrity, but because it helps grease the algorithm. So it’s no longer just interacti...