The trap

The reality of the internet, the part no one tells you about

The Red Pill Diaries are my unvarnished, sometimes offensive, slightly narcissistic observations on my red pill journey.

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I’ve said before that Twitter will drive you insane if you let it. I’ve watched previously normal people lose themselves in it, turn into shells of their former selves, drastically change physically, and become generally horrible people who are better suited for 2nd rate reality TV shows like Bad Girls Club.

Let’s talk about why that is: There are communities of highly active people on Twitter that are downright toxic…but they don’t seem that way when you first encounter them.

Less than 2% of the population is active on Twitter. That’s reality. No matter how much the media and journalists obsess over it, it is not a representative sample of the real world.

And of that population of active users, there is a segment that is aggressively active (they spend several hours on there a day) and addicted to content that causes them outrage.

They literally spend all day looking for things that make them angry. Then they tweet angrily about those things. They reply guy people in the comments who disagree with them. They look for people to destroy. They behave like unhinged lunatics beyond anonymous accounts, and somehow being awful people gives them validation.

In truth, they are probably horribly weak people in real life. They’d have to be if they’re looking to Twitter to feel powerful.

Sadly, these people also make up the core audience of many commentators and online pundits in the news and politics space. Even when larger creators, though they may not make up the majority of the person’s audience, they are certainly the most vocal portion of the audience: A small group of people that are very loud and therefore are the most noticeable.

The most powerful people in any social system at the ones who are expressive. Even if they are a minority within the grand scheme of things, they still set the tone and control the group because they are so loud.

Because they are the most vocal, weak people believe they have no choice but to play to the mob. And weak content creators feel they have no choice but to pander to it to make money.

They get sucked into it, because they think they have to in order to fit in, make friends, be influential, etc… Whatever the goal is, the mob can help them meet it.

But they’re joining a mob.

And the rule when you join a mob is that you must play by the mob’s rules, or the mob will destroy you.

The price you pay for meeting your goals with the mob at your back is that you have to adapt to the hivemind, you have to say the things they want you to say, do the things required to be like everyone else, and never ever deviate or show any evidence of individual thought.

The mob may pretend they’re friends, but they don’t even know each other.

The mob may pretend they’re happy, but they spend all day being angry.

The mob may pretend they’re powerful, but they’re actually constantly in search of validation.

And that’s why people lose themselves in it - because they are required to give themselves up for acceptance, popularity, whatever.

It’s not worth it.

The mob is difficult to say no to because they promise you so much, and when they do, you don’t realize what the true cost is.

But you must say no if you want to maintain any sense of identity or stand for anything on principle.

I know all of this because I got sucked into it myself. I got addicted to outrage. I got massively depressed. And then I left. It was hard, and the backlash for leaving was severe. There were many nights I wished I hadn’t, that I should have just stayed and gone along with their game, and said the words they wanted me to say and reap the benefits.

But now that I’m through the storm, I look back with the benefit of hindsight and have more clarity on what it was.

I don’t regret saying no to the mob today. My only regret was that I didn’t do it sooner…and that I allowed myself to get sucked into it at all.