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No.409
this playlist is not all your vids cuz the last vid you put in it was 2 months ago!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! There comes a time in every person’s digital life when they are forced to confront a profound betrayal. It may not involve treason, scandal, or an elaborate web of lies—no, it can be something deceptively small, yet soul-rattling in its implications. Today, I find myself in the throes of such betrayal. A betrayal not committed by a close friend or lover, but by something I once trusted deeply: a playlist. Specifically, the playlist titled, with what I now recognize as shameless irony, “All My Vids.”
At first glance, the title makes a bold and noble promise—comprehensive, inclusive, exhaustive. “All My Vids” is a title that doesn’t hedge, doesn’t flinch, doesn’t equivocate. It promises everything. All. My. Vids. Not some. Not the greatest hits. Not my recent faves. No. All. My. Vids.
And yet here I am, two months deep into silence. Two months of uploads, of creativity unleashed, of digital memories born and shared with the world—none of which, I might add, have found sanctuary within the hallowed bounds of “All My Vids.” It remains frozen in time, its last update a ghostly timestamp of a long-forgotten era. Every moment since then has been a silent indictment. Every missing video a wound. Every view, a betrayal of the truth.
Let us examine the implications of this neglect.
First, there is the linguistic offense. Words matter. Titles matter. When you name a playlist “All My Vids,” you enter a sacred contract with your audience. You tell them, “This is the definitive archive. This is the place where you can see everything I have to offer.” So when a video is uploaded and not added, the betrayal is not just personal—it’s semantic. The title becomes a lie. A falsehood. A digital deception. “All My Vids” becomes “Some of My Vids (from Back in March Maybe If You’re Lucky).” That is not a title. That is a cry for help.
Second, there is the emotional toll. I, a humble viewer—no, a devotee—have returned to this playlist week after week, hoping for signs of life. I scroll through its contents only to see the same familiar thumbnails staring back at me, as if trapped in some kind of algorithmic purgatory. Do you know what it’s like to eagerly anticipate new entries into a sacred collection only to be met with radio silence? To wonder whether your favorite creator has abandoned the ritual of curation altogether? It’s heartbreaking. It’s demoralizing. It’s enough to make one question whether playlists ever meant anything to begin with.
Third, the systemic chaos. Playlists are not mere conveniences; they are architecture. They bring order to the chaos of online content. They offer clarity in a storm of uploads and thumbnails and clickbait. By neglecting the “All My Vids” playlist, you have destabilized that architecture. You’ve introduced entropy into what should be a finely tuned archive. How am I to revisit your work? How am I to trace your artistic evolution, your narrative through-lines, your growth as a creator, if the central ledger of your oeuvre remains incomplete?
I would like to believe this is an oversight. A simple lapse. Perhaps even the result of being overwhelmed, of having too many creative irons in the fire. I am willing to entertain such leniency. But two months? Sixty days? Eight and a half weeks of uploads lost to the void of playlistlessness? That’s not a mistake. That’s a pattern. That’s neglect.
What happens when another video is uploaded and yet again goes unlisted? What happens when, in a fit of panic, I need to rewatch that one video—yes, you know the one—and it’s not there? Not in “All My Vids,” not in any playlist at all? The horror. The frustration. The quiet, simmering rage.
So yes, I am outraged. Outraged because I cared. Because I believed. Because I, against all cynicism and precedent, chose to trust that a playlist titled “All My Vids” would, indeed, contain all your vids. That trust has been shattered. And now, like so many jaded digital denizens before me, I must rebuild my emotional infrastructure brick by brick, video by video, from the ruins you left behind.
Fix it. Update the playlist. Fulfill the promise of its name. Let “All My Vids” be the beacon of organizational integrity we both know it can be.
Because if not that, then what do we have left?