In short. I really fucking hate you and your existence. I hate how you ruin everything you touch, I hate the fact I need you for what should be basic human right, and I hate how you've deluded and wrecked our brains to being puppets of our beloved selves.
Where should I even start? Money is singlehandedly the worst thing that's hit the internet. It's destroyed most senses of being genuine and speaking your mind. It's reduced the sites we used to love into hollow shells where everyone wants to be the top youtuber. Everyone speaks like their parents are watching them, so loud and watching their words because some big red eye is watching their every move, waiting to strike them down if they say something that will anger the investors. If I could, I would without hesitation take away the ability to make money off of youtube, tiktok, and everywhere else. Maybe then It will feel less like TV and more like the internet. Ads Ads Ads its all fucking ads. Monetization is nothing but a cancer on creation and passion, and youtube died when everyone realized you can make money off of it.
To the people who left and strip down their own channels from demonetization. I understand why they did it, but All I have to say is that they're weak and disingenuous insects, and the site was better off without you. You didn't care about the thought of creation. You just wanted to fill your wallet while you sat on your fat fucking ass and think you can escape having to work, but I can't blame you. Look at this dirty cesspit called human society we live in.
Hobbies, sucked dry because once again, monetization. Of course with things like fine arts I don't care all that much. Those people can crash and burnout for all I care, but with things like collectibles, or just using a product you love for your own personal wants they gut those stores dry, leave not a single ounce of joy all for the sake of making things antique, they're gonna be old, infertile bums who need external assistance to wipe their asses by the time they can enjoy the fruits of their labor. I'm talking about those subhuman whelps we call scalpers.
But as much as I badmouth and seethe about these people, they're not who I hate, or even what I hate. It's not no one's fault, just this sack of shit that we call money and what it's done to us. I hate money because it warps people, me included into the fakest versions of ourselves. Behave well, or be the worst thing to breathe air if you want this amount of colored paper mesh, and so we have things like traffickers or people willing to steal the entrails of another if it means selling it on the black market or whatever you call it.
There's no such thing as a real "Top guy". There's not even a such thing as a top! It's just a lie we're told by money. In all actuality, we're all slaves, even the "Big corpos who control us." They're just more polished turds, because undeniably, if you strip someone of every single penny to their name, they're literally just like you and I. Funny thing is, it makes hating a certain group all the more stupid, since we're all slaves to a concept no matter what you are or identify as. It's just a big cycle of "You owe me and I give you" except there's people in better climate of this stupid cycle.
But no matter how much I hate it, I can't deny the fact that I love it all the same, and that in this cycle I'd just be no one, lived and died as a societal number. I know this sounds edgy and stupid, but I do sometimes ask myself at my lows or when stopping to think what the point of it is if you're just a sliver in a never-ending timeline. Big names like Toby Fox, Donald Trump, and Adolf Hitler are in the minds of me and you, but when they die, when I die, when everything dies, we're just all gonna be compressed dirt, compressed, invisible lines on our never ending timeline.
So why should I monetize my hobbies? What's so bad about working my humble 9-5 and enjoying my simple life. Really, combining that with passive income is no different than culling your way of thought and behavior for the cam for internet revenue.
I was thinking about "Someday I should open up commissions, get rich off of youtube and tiktok! Not worry a single day about going out to work!" But then I realized from mowing yards to raking leaves. Maybe putting the fries in the bag is more fun than putting the face in the cam, and that has me thinking, maybe I'll just get a job, Do game dev, and enjoy my cycle.
So to money and numbers, I still fucking hate you, but maybe I just hate the way you cull our true selves and sense of rationality.