If you spend enough time swimming in the radioactive, irony-poisoned waste-trap that is AutoAdmit, you don't just walk away with a cynical attitude. You get irreversibly, comprehensively blown out.

Imagine an overused, exhausted bodily orifice—one stretched so far beyond its natural, elastic limit that it loses all capacity to grip, to feel, or to snap back into shape. It becomes a slack, gaping, frictionless void where sensation used to live. That exact, grotesque physiological state is the perfect anatomical metaphor for the inner life of the chronic AutoAdmit poaster. By submitting themselves to the endless, punishing train of the board, they have been hollowed out. They are empty, slack, and permanently dilated.

Mentally Blown Out

The mind of a normal person has texture. It has friction. It can grasp onto concepts like sincerity, nuance, and genuine human connection. But the typical xoxohth veteran has had their brain endlessly pounded by layers of detached irony, malignant narcissism, and suffocating status anxiety. The cognitive walls are now permanently dilated.

There is no intellectual elasticity left. You drop a genuine human sentiment or a normal conversation topic into their brain, and it just falls straight through the yawning cavern without touching the sides. Nothing registers unless it is coated in three layers of weaponized autism and cynical detachment. They are a whistling wind-tunnel of dead memes and T14 law school paranoia.

Psychically Blown Out

A healthy psyche has defenses—a tight, protective boundary that acts as a filter against the madness of the world. The poaster has surrendered that boundary. Their psychic aperture is blown wide open, having taken a relentless, daily pounding from the collective neuroses of a thousand anonymous sociopaths.

The defense mechanisms of their soul are busted. They are incapable of keeping the toxic sludge out, and entirely incapable of holding any positive energy in. They leak paranoia and resentment because the structural integrity of their psychic vessel has been stretched into a gaping, irrecoverable tear. Empathy isn't just dead; the very receptors required to process it have been rubbed raw and obliterated.

Sexually Blown Out

This is where the metaphor hits bone. Years of marinating in extreme, weaponized misogyny, looksmaxxing despair, and brain-melting porn-sickness have left their libidinal receptors entirely slack. Normal human intimacy? Forget it.

The emotional and sexual capacity of these posters has been so stretched out by a relentless, punishing influx of grotesque internet degeneracy that the metaphorical "hole" of their desire is now a frictionless void. Standard, healthy human attraction does nothing for them; it doesn't touch the sides. They require increasingly extreme, toxic, or bizarre stimuli just to feel a phantom twitch of arousal. The capacity for a normal, gripping, reciprocal connection is gone, replaced by a desensitized, hollowed-out cavity of base frustration.

Spiritually Blown Out

The spirit is supposed to be your core, your center of gravity. The chronic poaster has willingly surrendered that inner sanctum, allowing it to be passed around and degraded by the absolute worst, most cowardly impulses of the clear web.

They have traded their spiritual center for a cheap hit of anonymous board clout. What remains is a spiritually prolapsed shell of a human being. There is no hope, no joy, and no inner peace—just a gaping, hollow nihilism. They sit in the dark, refreshing a 20-year-old message board architecture, unaware that the core of their humanity didn't just quietly leave them; it was violently, aggressively blown out.

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=5884948&forum_id=2.#50016249)