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Signed deb

Channel
@whydohumans
On this record: Growth · Engagement · What this channel posts · Posts · Citations · Cite this entry
962subscribers
+0 since we began measuring on 10 August 2026
Risers and fallers across the register · movement among entries of Under 1,000.
| Telegram ID | -1001593126309 |
|---|---|
| Type | Channel |
| Username | @whydohumans |
| Description | dyslexic cnut ♡ |
| Created | Between 1 August 2021 and 28 February 2023— estimated from Telegram’s id allocation, not measured. How this range is calculated. |
| First recorded | 10 August 2026 |
| Last confirmed live | 10 August 2026 |
| Measurements held | 2 |
| On Telegram | t.me/whydohumans |
| Measured (UTC) | Subscribers | Change |
|---|---|---|
| 10 Aug 2026, 09:45 | 962 | no change |
| 10 Aug 2026, 09:31 | 962 | first reading |
18 posts held, back to 9 October 2024 — the reader has not yet reached the start of this channel’s public history, so older posts may sit further back, unread. Read across 1 pageof Telegram’s post history, 20 posts per page.
Nothing published in the last 30 days. ERR and ER are rolling 30-day measures, so there is nothing to compute — we hold 18 posts for this entry, the most recent from 17 July 2025. An engagement rate over an empty window would be a number about nothing.
Lifetime counters from Telegram’s own channel header, read 10 August 2026 — not the date at the top of this page, which is when the subscriber count was last read. Below Telegram’s rounding threshold, so these counts are exact.
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Signed deb
there are worse things than not receiving love. there are sadder stories than this. there are species going extinct and a planet warming. i told myself: who are you to complain, you with these frivolous extracurricular needs?
Signed deb
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Signed deb
back to my coffee. back to my errands. back to pretending my heart’s not on constant high alert. it’s not that i’m afraid of love - well, at least not entirely. it’s that i’ve known the weight of wanting it. and God, wanting, really wanting makes you vulnerable in ways no amount of sarcasm or emotional detachment can protect you from. if i let myself actually want it. love, connection, anything real, suddenly there w…
Signed deb
but also i’m lying. just a little. the kind of lying that doesn’t hurt anyone except maybe me, when i’m alone and overthinking in the checkout line. because while i say i’m not open to love, i’m still looking for it. passively. casually. it’s like background noise to help me sleep at night.
Signed deb
i soak up the concept of love like sunlight. i read about it, i watch about it, i listen to it on loop. i enjoy listening to my friends who happen to find themselves lucky enough to find it. i’m the friend who cries at your engagement even though i’m single and vaguely bitter. i’m not looking. i say it like a fact, like a boundary, like a joke i’ve rehearsed countless times. “i’m just focusing on myself right now.” “…
Signed deb
birthdays are weird. i don’t hate my birthday. i just don’t feel connected to it anymore. it feels like a reminder of how much has changed, of how much hasn’t. of the people who used to call, of the ones who said “i’ll always be around” and meant “until it’s inconvenient.” i don’t mean to be a party pooper. i’m just tired of pretending this day feels good when mostly, it feels like a report card for things i didn’t f…
Signed deb
there is no great cosmic stillness reserved for your private sorrows. there is only this: life, humming and pulsing and surging forward, as thoughtlessly as blood through a body that does not know how to stop beating. and you, battered and broken and bewildered, are somehow expected to keep moving too.
Signed deb
how greedy. these days when you look around, how many little ways are you assaulted by the notion that it's wrong to need others. but the yawning in you doesn't understand logic or sound or reason. it only sees sundays, only sees what you do-not-have, only sees the look others share and that you so desire. sick with dread at it, sick at how it makes you want, how you yearn in no direction.
Signed deb
these days when you close your eyes, what else do you want but to be loved in a warm and permanent way. the open soft hand, the lowered voice, the blanket around your shoulders. you want to be loved like hot chocolate, like spring flowers, like dawn. you want to go to sleep protected and wake up fully rested. you want the wounds in you to matter, you want someone who is patient around your scars.
Signed deb
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Signed bob
i want him to be so bored he goes to play with my hair. twisting two strands together because he thinks that’s a braid, clipping the end with the first bow he sees. wordlessly appreciating me, learning me, like the first time you ever pet a cat. you almost want to pull away from how soft it is, it shocks you. but then you go to touch again, and again, your mind quieting to allow room for the pure, unconditional peace…
Signed bob
Showing the 12 most recent of 18 posts we hold for @whydohumans. View and reaction counts are the latest single reading for each post, not a live figure, and a recent post is still accumulating both. A view count marked ≈ was rounded by Telegram before we ever saw it — t.me prints views in full below 1,000 and to three significant figures above, so ≈1,200,000 means somewhere between 1,150,000 and 1,249,999. Unmarked counts are exact. Text is reproduced from the public post preview and truncated for length.
Citation-graph rank — 654,899 of 1,481,502entries in the measured graph. A weighted position computed from the forward and mention edges below — republished posts weigh more than named mentions — and recomputed periodically, over the whole graph. Published only as this ordinal position, never as a score: a position is a fact, and a score printed beside one channel’s name would read as a verdict this register does not make. The two counts beneath stay separate for the same reason mentions are never summed with forwards anywhere else on this page — a named-by count costs nothing to manufacture. The top 100 by this measure, or how it is computed.
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“your favorite punching bag” (@whydohumans), 962 subscribers as measured 10 August 2026. Telegram Register, tgregister.com/channel/whydohumans.
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