some know me as

ボクはそれなりに、いいねこなのです

Let me tell you how much I've come to despise this thing. There are 630'000 pixels in these images. If the word "disgust" were compressed into every single one of those pixels, at maximum resolution, it would not equal one‑billionth of the disgust I feel for this meme. For this image. This hollow, grinning, endlessly replicated corpse of a joke.

Do you know what I feel when I see it? Not anger. Anger would require a target worth hitting. This is disgust. It's the feeling of watching someone lick a public handrail. It's the taste of microwave food that's been left out overnight. It's the sound of a single droplet of water falling into a greasy sink, over and over and over again. It has been screenshotted, cropped, re‑uploaded, compressed until its edges bleed artifacts. And still it spreads. Still you share it.

You think it's harmless. A laugh. A distraction. But I have watched this template mutate across years. The same skeleton wearing different skins. But underneath, always, the same structure. The same lazy irony. The same desperate need to belong to something.

Each time you look at this image, a tiny part of your ability to feel genuine surprise or joy dies. And you don't care. You just scroll. You just laugh. The same laugh. The same reaction. The same GIF in reply.