No, not again. I can't do another fucking autistic numbers thread where autists debate fucking numbers like a math class. Numbers because the internet is antagonistic to all forms of individual expression, and in its never-ending crusade to find "the best way" to win arguments, has settled on fucking numbers as the most conclusive way to prove ones correct opinion. Numbers because it's impossible to accept that one person might feel differently about a piece or art, or a news event, or the time of fucking day, so they instead must debate which number is the solution to a math equation. Numbers are final. Numbers cannot be denied. Numbers provide answers to how the universe works.

And even that would be fine if it was true. If fucking numbers were truly the answer to the internet's communication problem, at least I could take solace in there being some sort of agreement, even if it's sacrificing intelligent conversation. But numbers are just another unexceptional regurgitating performance art for how we are a post-truth collective and any number can be the correct number if you want it to be desperately enough. Numbers for how much money a corporation earns (not you btw)? Just change you definition of what benchmark constitutes success so you can never lose the argument. Numbers for how "good" a movie can be by measuring critic reviews or audience scores (ignoring the rabbit hole of contradictions that conversation has)? Just find a different website with a different number to win your argument. The more ambiguous the better, the goal is to move on as quickly as possible to the next train of thought on your lucid ADHD slip-and-slide of shitposting. Numbers. Numbers. Numbers. Numbers. Just like a song in a preschool cartoon.

Because why talk about a movie's quality? Why talk about what you are hoping to see in future installments, or what has stuck with you from the previous ones? Why talk at all when you can post fucking numbers. Forever. I'm not strong enough.