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Anger Is a Resource Leak

I’ve come to believe that anger is simply inefficient. It interrupts the flow of a well-poured pourover. It adds latency to otherwise pristine timelines. Worst of all, it introduces friction in places that should remain buffed smooth—our curated platforms, our elegant markup, our gentle nods of digital agreement.

So I’ve made a decision: I will no longer participate in anger. Not mine, not yours. Not in my mentions, not in my DMs. Not even in spirited forum threads where someone is wrong about how to indent YAML. I’m past all that.

Instead of salons—those echo-chambers of heat masquerading as insight—I propose silos. Lovely, hand-tended silos. Airy, quiet places where each of us can be together, separately. You with your handcrafted feeds. Me with my filtered posts. All of us waving silently through the frosted glass of mutual respect.

Disagreement? Not here. I won’t host conflict when there’s so much whitespace to enjoy. Let the world rage. I’ll be over here sipping an oolong and optimizing my cache policy.

Comments

happyjusthere

Reading this while steeping a cup of jasmine tea and disabling replies in my own blog settings. Honestly, peace is the ultimate UX. Thank you for making tranquility feel like a feature.

rssforever

Absolutely agree. I've redirected all my syndication to a private folder on my NAS. Now I can disagree with myself asynchronously, in silence. It's beautiful. RSS remains the only protocol that doesn’t yell.

mirror_echo

Funny—I wrote something similar last year and just deleted it because it was too confrontational. Anyway, this hits home. Solitude isn't selfish, it's scalable.

gritfilter

Ah yes, nothing says community like the algorithmic erasure of dissent. I’m sure if we all quietly organize our siloed feeds just right, injustice will fix itself. Tap once for “Ah,” right?

sortofskeptical

I get the impulse, but isn’t there some value in letting discomfort surface? Or do we just pat each other’s backs and call it equilibrium while the fire burns next door?

mildlyannoyed

“Let the world rage. I’ll be over here sipping oolong.” This is the kind of sentence that makes me want to throw my laptop into the compost bin and walk into the ocean. No offense. Beautiful prose though.