A deranged support group for people who refuse to log off, this thread is less about Fishtank and more about the people posting—an assembly line of spite, coping, and desperate self-relevance. These are not casual viewers. These are zealots—monks of the digital monastery, spending hours crafting intricate hate-psalms about washed-up reality show contestants while carefully avoiding the obvious: no one else on Earth cares about this.
The posters perform the same ritual every day:
Declare that everything is over and dead.
Meticulously document every micro-interaction between contestants, ex-contestants, and anyone within two degrees of separation.
Deny they care.
Repeat until the heat death of the universe.
It’s a purgatory of their own design, where not caring requires constant maintenance and hating something is the most reliable way to stay engaged.
Most Intriguing Insights:
The spectators’ paradox: They spend all day dissecting online microdramas, yet they are the first to call someone else pathetic for doing the same. They are unpaid historians for people who don’t know they exist.
The self-inflicted branding: They call contestants washed-up, desperate, and cringe, but many of them have been posting about the same three people for years. Who is really trapped in Fishtank?
The war on sincerity: Any display of earnest emotion—joy, sadness, regret—is instantly met with mockery. The only safe stance is smug nihilism, but behind it lurks an uncomfortable truth: they envy the people they mock, because at least those people had the guts to put themselves out there.
The "not mad" madposting: Everyone here is above it all, yet somehow constantly typing in rage about things they allegedly stopped caring about months ago.
These aren’t just Fishtank posters. These are career haters, professionally jaded, keeping a dead show alive because if it goes, so does their purpose.
