What I Learned from TikTok

When I was in college there was a period of my life where I used an app called TikTok. It was a video-sharing platform, essentially; but what made it different, made it special, was its reccomendation algorithm. Similar services at the time had auto-curation systems, but TikTok's was special: it was the only one that seemed to accept me as I was, with all my complications and preferences and hangups all at once. It let me be complicated, letting me into a pigeonhole all my own rather than a given "likes pretty girls" or "buys things" or "cares about this" category. Of course, it was still a pigeonhole, one that defined a constrained identity -- better than none, at the time.

And being known, for once in my life, was addictive. Eventually I realized it was essentially a slot machine, that I was pulling the lever and betting my time, my attention, little pieces of my personal experience, and hoping in the long term the gain in identity would outpace the losses. So I walked away... and back... again and again.

Eventually it forgot me. I'd crawl back through the door each time to see a few more of my things missing, see it demand I watch a few more strangers' videos from outside my personality embedding so that it can remember me. And one day... it died. I read its obituary in the paper. So I wrote a script and came back to that place one last time, gathered all my liked videos, things I saved to learn from, chips I never cashed in, and put them a box in the attic of my computer.

One day I'll go through them for real, all those thousands, and remember who I was then, what the world as. For now, I've made a partial effort of documenting all the things I meant to learn.