@joepie91 damn. it looks like the one unaffiliated libp2p-based project i could think of ([MessageHub](https://github.com/search?q=repo%3Agdlol%2FMessageHub+libp2p+&type=code&p=2)) is basically just using them as an overlay network too, which is a shame.
i suppose the primary libp2p project then is the big amount of docs about the underlying concepts & it just happens to come with some example code 💜 (probably)
@joepie91 its that bad.? i figured maybe 70% of the ideas are implemented when i read their docs a while ago
@clerie this is so good!! <3
@bun dont umean types of girls
@bun these are good tho 🐰
cont: retort, heavy
i do write the alt text and i do write the CWs and i don't post the way i feel about the rise of fascism or what i think im built from mentally and i guess i can also handle the posty box being tiny
but after all that shit i have no energy left here if i want to post more deeply about how i feel, to make friends with my thoughts, to let someone relate, to not worry about whether my thought has good vibes because it feels like i'll get nuked if i fuck up once because my brain decided to be mean to me and i needed to write it somewhere so my friends can know whats up. so even if that probably wont happen i cant relax and just write stream-of-thoughts and livepost.
all of these are Not A Big Deal, a Tolerable Cost but there are simply too many!! what to do??
fedi meta, i am tired of posting, so please let me post, much bitching but its important
this platform is accursed. i have a thought. i'd like to post it.
- i open the webby site
- i get my brain bombarded by 3-5 other posts without even scrolling
- i TRY to remember what it was, and write it
- i need to figure out what CWs fit
- i probably can't post it if it's too controversial or triggering to someone
- i'm so, so tired of writing alt text and i've yet to know someone blind even
- with every word i write i can feel the thousand retorts e.g. "oh but im autistic and i rely on those alt texts too" well guess what its my post and im autistic too
- i read more posts i dont care about here or can do nothing to help with than just about any other platform, email or twitter or cohost are *all* better at this
- i am currently focused on the lists tab of the masto ui to not see the live post feed (even twitter has a "Show $x tweets" popup when theres more to read!!)
- i'd like to write deep posts but this community feels shallow as heck and i have 88 followers currently which is an absurd number of people to be reading my inner thoughts. pls let me post to a list and have that be more direct and separate from the big tl. fuck i might just host a mailing list for this.
- i have seen the same post 2382374 times because it shows you it again when another mutual boosts it?? come on..
- why cant i click on a hashtag and mute it
- why cant i write a filter for a single mutual
- why cant i limit the range of posts i see. i dont wanna see posts of someones friend's friend's friend's friend. [that's too many people to worry about](https://cohost.org/pervocracy/post/1514198-but-what-about-t), i cant fit them all in my heart.
- why cant i see my friends posts. no i dont care if they're on masto.social i just wanna see their posts in my client. goddamn
probably more missed
@joepie91 i do want this thing to get off me in the sense that it's transformed me into one who wishes for so much more
@joepie91 : computer, server, android? whatever.
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@akirapink i usually last about 15-20 min with 3 lil ice squares but i think a bit longer could b better
@akirapink as an rsi-haver i've liked putting your hands in a tub of icy water and then letting them rest for a while. apparently the cold acts like an anti-inflammatory but u cant b typing right after
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