/soy/ - Soyjaks

What you see here in this picture is not bait.
It's the safest form of expressing hedonistic values and obnoxious carnal desires. The poster is trying to get seen by several strangers just to drop a hint, that they have an unhealthy addiction to pornography of certain type of media. We can just assume, he is consuming this low-quality type of adult content everyday, which severly damaging his brain, but he can't stop it, and makes a wound more deeper and deeper.
He is suffering from lack of attention in the real life; he wants to see people, and wants these people to see him. But he can't find it outside of the Internet. He can't find a true love and happiness. He can only find an illusion of it, by a dusty router and Ethernet cable or a Wi-Fi signal, through the glowing monitor screen and a muddy, old keyboard with a computer mouse. He selects an image from his hardware, perhaps he writes something and clicks "Post". And just like that, day after day, post after post, until his own flesh won't give him enough energy to continue this cycle of attention-begging, and he finally gives up. But it's not over. He would come back after his mind would be a little bit clearer just to fog it again by repeating the cycle of "baiting", as he would call.
But it's not bait. Not at all. He is calling it bait to defend himself and to feel better about his practice, a practice of showing his own indentity to the other people for the sake of sensation of prominence. He subconciously fears about the day, when no one would care about him and his posts. When there would be no such pleasure from his practice, as it was at the start of his journey. The journey of the baiter.
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