I don’t know your name. I don’t know who you are, what you’re like, but that’s ok, because I always feel your presence.

When I spend 30 minutes making some garbage mouse art and constantly refresh waiting for somebody to interact with me, it’s your downvote that snaps me back to reality and also reminds me that someone out there has seen what I’ve made. When I’ve made some dumb post on genzedong whining about liberals, it’s the negative score that persists for a few minutes that reminds me that you’re always watching from your lemmy.world account in your mom’s basement.

Yes, I’m talking to you, lemmy lib. We may never know who you are, but rest assured that we’ll always feel warm and fuzzy on the inside knowing that someone out there is obsessively trying to take away our fake internet points. Thank you.