If you are the kind of person who might still occasionally open X, you were probably bombarded this week with a ton of tweets that appeared to be a bunch of gobbledygook. "Clavicular almost caught a CAREER-ENDING cortisol spike after a LARPMAXXED stacy tried jesterfying him on stream by calling him a good boy while he was mid-mog between 2 LOW-TIER NORMIES at ASU," read one such post.
Their very existence is proof of something not working. And so, in a way, their project is to exist, to be seen, to be popular. That's why he's going to say the N-word on stream. That's why he's going to read the humiliating text from his father on stream. It's a total commitment to that project. Because I think his existence just sort of proves that the gatekeepers are gone.
I've often asked patients why they're so preoccupied with becoming the best in some domain, why they need something so much that they're willing to organize their lives around it, sacrificing all types of pleasures for it. Most of the time, there isn't much of an answer. It's like a game, a distraction, and a fantasy; there's no rhyme or reason, no sense of why they do it or what's to come, and no understanding of how being the best generates long-standing happiness.