I really enjoy rereading my past conversations, whether it’s texts or comments here on Lemmy. I do it pretty much every day, and I just think about the different things that could have been said. I don’t obsess over it, I basically treat it like another feed. When I get bored of Home and All, I go through my own profile.
Do you ever reread past conversations here or elsewhere? How often?
I used to years ago but then I stopped using the local defacto messaging app cus it was dogshit and moved to ig, then stopped using that cus it was dogshit and moved to element. Didnt stop using that one but i rather play game than read text. also prefer going down memory lane with the friend by recalling the convos together and laugh about it lol
I used to but I felt like it was actually harming me so these days I don’t even keep all the chats. I have backups but they’re not live on my phone
“I always carry my diary with me. I feel one should have something sensational to read on the train.”
(The Importance of Being Earnest, Oscar Wilde)
I love this
mostly when i’m on an interesting thread i want to go back to and see what other people talked about in my absence.
I don’t. Things were said.
Word
Hardly ever to be honest, unless I’m looking back through my comment history to find a specific thing I’m looking up.
That’s not counting the proofreading/editing I do on longer comments before and immediately after submitting.
Old habits die hard from years of writing papers at school. My first draft at most anything reads bad and I’ve got habits to overuse punctuation or repeat words, so to not look like I’m insane I edit. Minor efforts go a long way in getting traction on comments too
Yeah I definitely read through and edited this after the first pass
I’m the same way. I write a comment, reread it, rewrite it (repeat between two and two hundred times) then send it, reread it and potentially rewrite it again lol
On lemmy, yes, every few months I have a quick scroll in my post history.
Just to be like “haha, I remember that conversation” or something.
Also, as I scroll through I’m like “hey, people liked this” because at the time you just say something and move on. But maybe later you can see people were into it.
“Hey, people liked this”
This is definitely part of why I do it, call me conceited. I like looking back and seeing if my comment came across the way I wanted to, and votes can help determine that
It’s online, but it’s still a community. It’s cool to see something you wrote a few weeks ago went down nicely with people you interact with.
The same as having a conversation with the lady at our local post office can end with some laughs or something like that.
I get a notice when someone replies to me, but not when the thread continues, so i usually check back to see where the rest of that convo went. I do like to think about how i could have worded a comment to be more clear, concise, less bitchy.
Not gonna lie, I struggle to remember to even respond to all my texts
Same! I think that’s actually part of what influenced this behavior in me. I would miss texts, so I built the habit of going and checking/rereading them occasionally
I don’t reread conversations for entertainment, but I do find myself going through my comment history on Lemmy for reference. Same with text convos. I’ll have a memory of saying something, and look back to sanity check myself.
What was your favourite comment that you made? Is there one that makes you smile?
What was your favorite comment that you made?
I’ve always been bad at picking favorites, I’m not sure if that’s a normal issue. But for this particular case, I have an extra struggle: option paralysis. I’ve made 516 comments on this account, how could I choose any one to be my favorite?
Is there one that makes you smile?
I’ve always been bed at picking favourites
Fuuuuuuuck…✊ The struggle is real…
My wife’s tried to spark up the whole “death row final meal” discussion with me a few times. FFS, on the rare occasions I actually get a food craving, I can’t even decide what I’m craving!Option paralysis
This is the theme of my life.
First comment:
Hard agree, I like to reframe stuff like this in the same way the OP picture is. I have a really close friend in the States. He’s a GOP backer, his parents were, and their parents ad nauseum. His instinct is to be liberal, not like…L liberal, or D democrat. But he wants better affordable healthcare for everyone, he wants to be able to give a homeless guy he sees on his way to work every day a sandwich but can’t for fear of trouble off the cops. He didn’t vote, literally wasn’t able to afford to leave to vote. Staunch Trump supporter, weirdly considering his obvious socialist/liberal beliefs, until everything started falling apart these last few weeks. Won’t admit he was wrong. But we had a long conversation about how he’d side with Canada if it came to an invasion. Every time he comes out with something he was told growing up, hammered into him as truth… Civil War was about economic differences, stuff like that. I gently disagree, with us that usually takes the form of me cussing him out, and pointing him to innumerable sources that counter, with evidence, what he was taught. He then calls me a dirty so and so, says “well fuck…”
Been friends 5 years this December coming, maybe with a few more years I’ll have him deprogrammed enough to not only participate in his democracy (if there still is one) but to do so in his own best interests.These people for the most part aren’t our enemy by choice. They’re the victim of systemic underfunding of education, and the twisting of the historical narrative. This is a generational effort of cultural programming.
Are some people beyond saving? Maybe. Probably, actually.But the spectator-sportification of the American political system is at fault.
Second comment:
This is fucking gold. I’m inspired to look back through my comments. A month or so back I had a chat with someone here asking for help fleshing out ideas for Godzilla Through Time creative writing. I think you might jive with that.
The struggle is real
I know I show favoritism with people and pets, but I’ve been in so many situations in my life where I’ve had to consciously remove that behavior that nowadays it comes automatically for a lot of situations. When someone asks me who I’d prefer to do something with, my knee jerk reaction isn’t “who do I want to do this with more?” It’s “who did I do this with most recently?”
Also, favorites are just way too situational. My favorite color? On what? A hamburger? Pink. My clothes? Black. My computer? Mauve.
My favorite food? For which meal? How was my day? What have I eaten recently?
There are some easy favorites. My favorite hoodie is the one that my, now ex previously partner, brought to me while I was going through one of my lowest points in life. I’m grateful they let me keep it.
My favorite thing about life is learning. Perhaps that’s why I struggle to pick favorites. My favorite anything is one that I have not yet experienced, because I get to learn something when I do. I’m really trying to keep my love for learning against the odds. I know that it becomes more difficult as you get older, and I’ve definitely slipped into complacency with my knowledge for a few periods in my life. I also know that if I continue to fight for myself and others ability and access to knowledge, it will be easier to maintain my desire to learn. Otherwise I’d be a hypocrite for telling everyone to go pick up a book haha
I know I show favouritism with people and pets- - - had to consciously remove that behaviour
Yeah, definitely feel that. And I do my best not to let those feelings colour how I treat any other beings…but, you know… sometimes you’ve got that one friend or pet, and you love em to bits, but they’re the asshole of the bunch. 😅
Also, favorites are just way too situational. My favorite color? On what? A hamburger? Pink. My clothes? Black. My computer? Mauve.
My favorite food? For which meal? How was my day? What have I eaten recently?I had to really think hard to even come up with a favourite colour. Dunno what the name would be for it, somewhere between turquoise and seafoam green?
But I’d never wear clothes that colour, or drive a car that colour, or pick a phone that colour. So is it actually my favourite?!?There are some easy favorites. My favorite hoodie is the one that my, now ex previously partner, brought to me while I was going through one of my lowest points in life. I’m grateful they let me keep it.
I have a favourite shirt, it was my stepdad’s, I had stayed at his after a show just a few months before he started to get really sick from cancer. Hadn’t been diagnosed yet. My buddy had puked and hit the shirt I’d had on, so the next day my stepdad gave me an old shirt of his. It was full of holes. That was almost 10 years ago. He passed away less than 6 months after he gave me that shirt. It’s now more hole than shirt. My wife always forgets it’s history, that it was one of the last few things he gave me before he died. She’s tried, soooo many times, to get me to toss it. Thankfully she’s started remembering, and I don’t have to fight to keep it any more.
My favorite thing about life is learning.
Me too, a quote I like about it, that I’m certainly going to butcher, goes kinda:
The more I learn, the more I realise I know almost nothing.
Had an ex that was working on a Master’s degree in medicine, can’t remember exactly what field. Lab/research stuff. She hated that quote. Said it gave her existential dread.
I personally love it, feel like that realisation of not knowing as much as I can pushes me to learn more, to grow. You know?
Eh, not often, usually.
Mostly, I only do it when I’m needing to refer to something to refresh my memory, or when I said I’d do something and get back to someone, or to edit in something new.
Most days, I don’t even look at all, unless one of my friends notices a typo or something. My meat space friends seem to enjoy my stories on lemmy the way they did on reddit, so they’ll drop me a message via signal or whatever if my bad eyes, fat fingers and/or defective brain screw something up. If they bother to link it, I’ll go back and edit, which means you reread the context as well as my comment.
Sometimes, they’ll message me when I’m wrong about something, or am being n asshole without justification, and I’ll go back and maybe fix it or apologize or whatever.
That’s fairly uncommon though. The most recent time I went scrolling back in time, there was a post maybe a week ago about someone putting marmite on bananas, and I said I’d try it. Took me a few days the get bananas again, so I had to scroll back to find the comment and edit it with the update. Along the way, I scanned other comments for typos and such, which meant revisiting some of the thinking and discussions conversations too
Back on reddit, I used to keep a folder of formatted comments I’d made for copy/paste, where it was useful information people would ask about often, and I’d keep those updated, which would usually end up with me trying to find previous uses of them and reading the threads as well.
But even with all that, it’s like maybe once a month I go back.
not really. I wish there was a better search at least for mbin web so I can find things easier though. its like oh that one guy recommended firefox tabs or such. feeds my tab addiction though.
Every day. Reliable dopamine hit.
And this is how social media hijacks brains.
You’re not wrong, but I do this with text messages too, old blog posts, and even mentally replay verbal conversations.
I do resent when it’s used as a hook to get me in front of ads, though.
All the time.
Not once have I done this, or even considered it. Scrolling takes up enough time, never mind reviewing my previous thoughts whilst scrolling. Ain’t nobody got time for that.
I think I just have too much free time. I run out of things to scroll past in my feeds, and who else knows my sense of humor better than me?
