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🎡Die Gedanken sind frei.

Well, duh. If people I'm following and interact with regularly have written "imposter" or "violence" or whatever, I'm going to scrutinize the account more.

Manage to avoid some very unsavory characters, that way.

Feels like my bros are looking out for me πŸ«‚ and I ALWAYS regret ignoring their reports. Always.

It's the same with music. My kids don't know Tina Turner or Whitney Houston.

I would like to order a follow-management feature, that allows me to prime or expand my follow list according to a set of criteria I've selected.

-- time since last activity

-- time since last interaction with me

-- number of kind 1 notes

-- number of reports from my follows

Etc.

Seems to happen more with girls' PfPs. Because reasons.

Makes me sort of envious, as only my bros zap me, and there's probably some dude in Asia collecting real money with pics of AI-generated mids standing in front of their fake kitchens or hugging their pretend pets. πŸ™„

You can often tell because they're so perfectly nondescript, unintimidating, and precisely mid.

Maths. 🀌

I actually am loathe to zap half-hearted introductory notes, as it finally occured to me that someone could just churn those out and collect the money.

Npubs show up, say "Hi, I'm new here!", and then we zap so hard that the profile trends.

And then the profile sometimes goes dormant.

And a "like" is also a way of responding. They can follow the likes back to my npub and decide for themselves if they want to interact with me.

I am an open book.

Literally.

πŸ“–

Yes, but now we're welcoming bots and sockpuppets. πŸ˜‚

We have bots with followers and welcomes and zaps, and then other people see them and follow them, too, as they figure they must be real, if they have so many good followers.

And that's how we end up with spammers with more followers than normal people.

Why should I bother introducing myself? The people who can mentally and emotionally deal with me, stumble over my feed eventually, and the other people don't really matter to me.

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