My Friends Have Good Taste
Feb. 7th, 2023 07:02 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
rynlingA few months ago, I watched the horror movie Something in the Dirt (available on YouTube here); and then, because there’s a bit of a mindfuck at the end, I watched it again. I never wrote about the movie here on Dreamwidth because, while it’s good and interesting, it’s one of the many pieces of media in this world that isn’t for me. No judgment, just my ambivalence toward an intense treatment of a theme that doesn’t resonate with me.
The Dark Souls podcast has a Patreon-only series where they talk about horror movies, and they recently put out an episode on Something in the Dirt. Toward the beginning of the episode, one of the hosts (the one who looks like an actual Anthro Bowser, coincidentally) compared the movie to the Stephen King novel From a Buick 8, which I felt was incredibly apt.
My online social anxiety has driven me to the point where I don’t leave comments on anything, even the tweets of people I consider to be good friends. However! That was such a good observation. I sweated and second-guessed myself for almost a full week, but on Sunday afternoon I finally went ahead and left a comment on the podcast’s Patreon post on Something in the Dirt saying that they were so right about From a Buick 8.
I don’t have the guts to check to see if they responded to or liked the comment. I’m guessing probably not? Like I said, I’m not in the habit of leaving or even reading comments, and it doesn’t really matter. That’s not the story. This story is this:
Over the past two days I’ve gotten three separate messages (one on Twitter, one on Instagram, and one via email) from three people I haven’t spoken with since I left Facebook at the beginning of 2020. All of them got in touch to say that they saw my comment on the Dark Souls podcast Patreon. Which is wild, right? I’m happy to know people who have such good taste, even if I’ve been kind of a stupid traumatized fuck-up who’s fallen out of touch with everyone over the past few years.
Anyway, I’m considering rejoining Facebook. It’s an evil platform, of course, but I get the feeling that a lot of the actual reason I left was because I was painfully dying of radiation poisoning from a toxic work environment and needed to insulate myself from other people’s professional success. But I got better... and I think I’ve become much more tolerant of people’s dipshit political opinions than I used to be.
The Dark Souls podcast has a Patreon-only series where they talk about horror movies, and they recently put out an episode on Something in the Dirt. Toward the beginning of the episode, one of the hosts (the one who looks like an actual Anthro Bowser, coincidentally) compared the movie to the Stephen King novel From a Buick 8, which I felt was incredibly apt.
My online social anxiety has driven me to the point where I don’t leave comments on anything, even the tweets of people I consider to be good friends. However! That was such a good observation. I sweated and second-guessed myself for almost a full week, but on Sunday afternoon I finally went ahead and left a comment on the podcast’s Patreon post on Something in the Dirt saying that they were so right about From a Buick 8.
I don’t have the guts to check to see if they responded to or liked the comment. I’m guessing probably not? Like I said, I’m not in the habit of leaving or even reading comments, and it doesn’t really matter. That’s not the story. This story is this:
Over the past two days I’ve gotten three separate messages (one on Twitter, one on Instagram, and one via email) from three people I haven’t spoken with since I left Facebook at the beginning of 2020. All of them got in touch to say that they saw my comment on the Dark Souls podcast Patreon. Which is wild, right? I’m happy to know people who have such good taste, even if I’ve been kind of a stupid traumatized fuck-up who’s fallen out of touch with everyone over the past few years.
Anyway, I’m considering rejoining Facebook. It’s an evil platform, of course, but I get the feeling that a lot of the actual reason I left was because I was painfully dying of radiation poisoning from a toxic work environment and needed to insulate myself from other people’s professional success. But I got better... and I think I’ve become much more tolerant of people’s dipshit political opinions than I used to be.
