Whenever I post or comment (collectively, “post”), it has my upvote automatically without me doing anything, so the post always starts at +1/-0.

Now I’ve seen fresh posts with +0/-0, so not even the user itself is upvoting.

I don’t really care that much about votes, but I’m curious. Is this the user removing their own upvote, a client feature, some server feature, or some other reason?

Thank you in advance.

Edit: typos

  • Melvin_Ferd@lemmy.world
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    This mentality is insane to me. But it explains so much about right vs left.

    Like are you a knight of the lemme round table or something. What path has one taken to get to the point that you remove your own upvote on your own post so that is dealt with fairly?

    I can’t with you people. It is claustrophobic watching every MAGA individual aggressively take every advantage and turn even their biggest fuck ups into victories. Meanwhile in left leaning spaces people are making sure they take the opportunity to seize every defeat from the clutches of victory

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      Sometimes the victory needed is victorious-internal-integrity, & winning-the-social-majority isn’t as important to one.

      “seize every defeat from the clutches of victory” … IF one is only measuring social-victory, then fine…

      But if what I’m doing is … systematically demolishing the ideological-prejudice-enforced displacement-of-my-validity, within me, then integrity can mean MUCH more than ideological/political-approval.

      Sometimes you have to save your own life, even letting the collective die, in THIS battle, for sake of becoming indestructible in future-battles, throughout the rest of the war.

      The war is more important than the mere-battles!

      This is what I think Stephen R. Covey didn’t understand in his interdependency principle.

      I think too-much of our world is codependent, not interdependent, & that it takes REAL independence -of-validity before one can get into actual interdependent-collaboration-synergy.

      There’s a metaphor given by Kelsang Gyatso, in 1 of his books, which gets it right:

      There are 3 ways of helping people, & these phrasings are mine, not his:

      • the self-conqueror, who can coerce an entire kingdom into working right, in spite of entrenched corruption/rot/whatever
      • the shepherd, who can lead many, but who is only slightly above them, so the shepherd can be indirectly or directly defeated by their lack of self-conquering: they are less-helpless, but they aren’t anywhere near the self-conqueror level.
      • the ferry-pilot, who helps a couple of people at a time, & then goes back to find a few more to help.

      In my experience, only the self-conqueror is robust: all the lesser kinds of help are helpless when opponent-force gets great-enough, or acts through great-enough leverage/torque.

      Therefore, I want, and am aiming-for, TOTAL breaking of all the PTSD, all the damage embedded in me by ideology’s & prejudice’s ( including medical-profession’s ) gaslighting & abuse, all the harm embedded in me by medical-culture’s narcissism in parenting & “parenting”, ALL of it.

      I want THIS LIFE unbroken.

      & if people say I should enslave/snuff my potential to short-term/consensus/social-momentary-victory, then fine: hate, contempt, & reject my presumed alternative, as nearly-all already do.

      But all I have to do is win, & then the rules changed, permanently, completely, & then this-life is in the next-level-up, & cannot be crushed by the masses wielded by the ideologies/prejudices/etc.

      Getting permabanned by many instances, by many communities, because I value integrity more than I value political-belonging, is normal.

      But every time I ratchet this-life’s objectivity+integrity a bit harder in the right-direction, that puts a little more good-change in me.

      & sooner or later that tipping-point’s going to get crossed, & the brokenness hobbling my unconscious-mind is itself going to fail/break.

      Then the game is changed.

      That potential is to me real.

      To all others, it is mere-delusion/lies: it never was real, & it never can be real.

      So, the world bets its way, & I bet my way.

      Universe will decide which is, in its eyes, true.

      _ /\ _