I didn't think I'd have a final post in me, and I still don't tbh. I'm not gonna say Cohost has been a huge part of my life, because it hasn't - but that's why it's been a huge part of my life. Cohost helped me unplug from Twitter, Reddit, Youtube (mostly) -- sites that just... want to make you angry. Cohost was good. It was what you wanted to see, when you wanted to see it, and because you chose to see it. No algorithm, just pure word-of-mouth. If you saw it, it was because other people liked it - and they specifically wanted you to see it, whether that be rechosting or tagging. It put the rest of the social media hellscape in perspective. I don't give a shit who the main character of the day is. If I'm logging on, it's because I want to see people shitposting about Alan Wake or Guilty Gear.
It's a site that felt overwhelmingly human, because it was; two-hundred and twenty-seven thousand registered users isn't a small number of people by any means, but compared to Twitter's nine-digit user count it's minuscule. One grain of sand in the Sahara. One magic pixel on the health bar. But hell, that made it matter. You knew if you saw an account, there was a real person behind it. No bots, no engagement farming, no QRT flamebait; someone posted because they liked what they were posting. That's all that anyone's ever had to do.
There'll be another site like Cohost for sure - and someone please send me that site's URL by carrier pigeon when it launches, because I'm not going to Bluesky - but it's not gonna be the same without eggbug. I dunno. This was a good-ass website. You were the best, Cohost. I'm gonna miss you. I'm gonna look forward to whatever runs because you walked.
