The user mob seems to be a crapshoot, but when I peep my head up out of my shell just spunt enough to make a post, like fucking 70% non-approved/insta-deleted (#crapshoot in this case referring to whether to expect suddenly having a top post or downvoted like I said a gamer word, despite being the same one [confirms number of people in room]--yes, just the same one man...

But frequently there's like one comment like, "Yo buh don't know why ur gettin downvoted to hell this was gold, genius, performance art", so I know I'm neither completely delusional about my own coherence nor my ability to be satirical/facetious with the appropriate level of hints (and yes--"marking your satire" or whatever the fuck is an insult to... well, literacy, when it comes down to it.

But a much larger proportion of users here and on stims and to a lesser extent whatever drugs subs seem to be of the same stuff as the aforementioned hypothetical commenter and by extension me. An that's like, really cool... Seriously, it is, man, like... I'm here, you're here, all these people are here, and that's... that's just really cool (if anybody gets that intentionally-paraphrased reference by the ways, let's be bffs btw ngl lol frb)

So to get back on track, I wonder if the types of people who want to mods despite an inability to understand whether or not something is on topic if some blinding sheen of subtle/deadpan humor has splooged all over the text... Do these modzis fall high on the spectrum (no offense btw--when in public these days I basically go full-on Rain Man (even been rudely asked if I could count cards, because I couldn't stop fidgeting and folding my napkins and staring at my shoelaces back it the ancient times before Skynet took my job and I went to the city to drink all night frequently just in case I might find a fiend...) But when I make that rare post, putting thought into the relevance to the sub, thinking and re-thinking the wording to modulate the obviousness of any humor or exaggerations, and double-checking the ostensible rules listed on the sub and then it just gets flushed, I have to imagine some Chris-Chan type entity on the other end telling me, "Reason: this is not the sub for that" or some bullshit...

So after that extended introduction, I'm going to do what this post was supposed to be in the first place: I was gonna just copy and past what seemed like a perfectly good post on another, tangentially-related sub that was not only wiped, but for some reason all the comments were also "deleted by moderators?" According to one fellow traveler of the MDD, I made him laugh for the first time in a long time by this meth-enabled* shit I pull out of my ass, and if that's not a good post for the Depression sub... I mean fuck off, Chris-Chan. Go rape your mom again.

[And somewhat ironically, I got sidetracked and hypergraphia'd a 1000 word comment about some minutia of how save files work just now, dislodging muh train uh thought, but anywayz]:

r / depression

title / The one trick the dryer companies DON'T want you to know about!

If you don't have a drier and perhaps your balcony is overflowing with garbage bags because you never bothered to figure out where to take your recyclables, maybe it's concurrently raining, or maybe last time you tried to stretch your atrophied arm out and hang your pajamas to dry you saw a fucking wasp nest and freaked out and taped up the whole door because you're terrified of wasps...

Did you know you can dry your clothes BY WEARING THEM? Just let them hang for an hour and then wear them on top of some other dirty clothes you've got lying around until they're not wet anymore. As a bonus, you'll get used to the inevitable smell of mildew, and when you go out at midnight to buy whiskey and bread, the clerks will have something funny to talk about because you somehow smelled even worse than usual today.

*PS: If this in itself were deleted here, I would consider that quite reasonable. But muh gut tells me it won't be. And if'n it is... I guess next session I'll decide to create my own sub about posting shit that got deleted by prick-jobbin' idiots on other subs... And then not actually do it, because I don't have enough meth to budget that kinda productivity... Much love, keep it real, never squeal on a pusher, don't lie to yo' momma, just do watchu wanna, and it'll be okay... And you can take that to the bank, Google chrome text box that is my only facsimile of human [kontact]. I'm out🎤