I wrote an article for ungovernable misfits (tag @meshtadel) a short while back and Darth suggested that I post it on a site called stacker.news. FWDing 10% to @DarthCoin for bringing me to this hallowed platform.
I did, and I guess as they say, the rest is history. The post received 12k sats in a matter of 12 hours or so. People appreciated the PoW that I had put into this article that I'd revised 3 or 4 times and used no AI on.
I was hooked. I had to write and post more on this magical platform that awarded labor with sats.
But then something odd happened. As I posted random SOC (stream of conscious) discussions or longer, more developed and laborious articles, I noticed a sort of threshold. I (internally) view this as the threshold of 2000.
Let me explain. After that incredibly popular and widely zapped first work, none of my other posts have received more than 2000 sats. This was driven home today when, this morning, I dropped a new post in ~econs territory called hyperinflation that immediately garnered a lot of attention, zaps and comments. It soared to, checks notes, 2918 sats.
I thought, "Blast! Foiled again! What is this impenetrable barrier!" Have I offended the SN gods? Has @k00b and @ek written an algorithm to keep me down? Clearly I think the answer is much tamer than that. Which is to say, I believe the real truth is much more mundane.
- My day 1 success fed a sort of exuberance, but it also set my expectations a bit too high.
- MSM. People zap posts more if they think the post will be zapped more. A kind of self-fulfilling prophecy or feedback loop. This was touched on in a recent post by @undisciplined (#473181)
- Every contributor has a "limit". Let's call it a range. You may deviate up or down a few standard deviations (also known as sigma σ or likeliness of a specific outcome measured as a percentage)
If you'd be so kind, please comment below if you have had a similar experience? What have you found your upper bond to be? Is it 2000 like me? 1000? 4000? Or have I missed the mark and the devils of chance and fate are simply toying with me, showing me an arbitrary pattern that exists primarily in my head?
Good night my fellow stackers. Stack well and stack often.