The story first person, no name
Memes pulled me out of a hole.
I was going through a divorce. The kind where you sit on a buddy's couch for hours and don't say much. One day a guy I followed posted thirty memes in about three minutes. I read every one. A giggle. Then a thought. Another giggle. Around the fifteenth one I was crying I was laughing so hard, and the laugh turned into something else. A realization. Five minutes, start to finish, and I'd been through every feeling I had.
He did it again the next day. And the next. I saved every single one to my phone and posted them to my own page, twenty or thirty a day, for over a month. Four or five people liked anything I put up. Then one post hit 250 likes and I couldn't believe it. I found a group of a few thousand people who thought the way I did and hit the add button until the site cut me off at a thousand. People came to see who I was, scrolled my page, and the page was pure feeling. They loved it. I loved feeding it. When the account was deleted it had about 5,000 friends and 20,000 people following.
If a picture with some words on it could pull me out of that, it could pull someone else out too.
That's what memes were for. Not money. Not robbing people. Not greed. Memes are for planting seeds. You see one, you giggle, and a week later you hear the same thing on the news and you go back looking for that picture and find a hundred more. That's the whole mechanism, and it works faster than anything I've ever seen.
Then the coin crowd got hold of the word. A frog, a penguin, a cat, and someone's rent money gone by lunch. This is my answer to that. Thirteen years of the real thing, every file kept, going back up one at a time. The coin is the ticket. The drops are the point.