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Why X is a Zombie in a TikTok Cemetery

Why X is a zombie in a TikTok cemetery

Is X Truly Dead, or just Undead?

For Real Life or just for the Braindead?

Why X is a zombie in a TikTok cemetery.

 The current state of X. The platform has undergone a significant shift for the worse.

1. The "New TikTok" Ambition

Under its current leadership, X has explicitly tried to become a video-first platform. The goal is to compete with TikTok and YouTube for creator attention and ad revenue. This has led to:

  • Algorithmic Prioritization: The "For You" feed heavily promotes short-form video content because it has high engagement metrics (watch time, shares).
  • Monetization Programs: Incentives for creators to post video content directly to X.
  • Interface Changes: Videos are often given prime real estate, auto-playing as users scroll.

While there's more video, it hasn't created a unique or superior video ecosystem. It often just feels like a repost hub for content that originated on TikTok or YouTube.

2. The "Braindead Memes" and Sensory Overload

This is a direct result of the algorithm's incentives. Content that is:

  • High-impact: Flashing, moving, loud.
  • Low-effort: Easily consumable in under 5 seconds.
  • Reactive: Designed to trigger a quick like or share (often through outrage or extreme humor).

...naturally rises to the top. It's not that thoughtful content doesn't exist; it's that it's being drowned out by the algorithmic tsunami of high-engagement, low-substance posts. The platform feels like it's constantly shouting for your attention.

3. The Core Conflict: What Is X/Twitter Now?

This is the fundamental identity crisis. The platform is trying to be three things at once, and it's satisfying no one completely:

  • The Old Twitter: A text-based platform for real-time news, witty commentary, and niche community discussion. (This is what many long-time users want).
  • The New X: An "everything app" with payments, video, and audio. (Elon Musk's vision).
  • The Algorithmic Feed: A TikTok-like entertainment engine optimized for passive consumption and maximum time-on-app.

The user experience is where anything that doesn't move or flash feels "worthless"—is the painful outcome of this conflict. The value of a thoughtful text post or a nuanced conversation is being systematically devalued by the algorithm in favor of flashy video.

The platform that was once unique for its text-based, real-time conversation is now just another player in the attention economy, fighting a battle on terms set by its competitors—and it's losing its soul in the process.

To say "RIP" would be to honor a memory, it is too formal. 

Some things are better left forgotten. 

More like... "lol, bye."



Location: Bastrop, TX 78602, USA

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