Hello, we are the Operating System! Our hobbies include coding, writing, art, music, singing, reading and a whole lot more.
We're a plural system and label ourselves as median. Our members identify with "I" to varying degrees and many of our traits overlap. Sometimes I might even start speaking in first person singular to throw the several hounds chasing me off my scent!
Since this blog has been gaining some traction due to a few posts, I'd also like to add that we're a relatively newly discovered system and are by no means an authority on anything. We're just here to hang out.
Any "infighting" you might see on this blog is in good fun. We don't air our actual dirty laundry here.
This intro post changes frequently because, unsurprisingly, we don't have a very consistent way of presenting ourselves :)
Who I am/who we are:
🎨 Tams (she/her) - Chronic yapper, social funnyman, very proud. Likes art, clothes and expressing herself.
🖥️ Green (he/him) - Programming guy, gamedev nerd. Loves his numbers, post-rock and locking the fuck in on a task. And the color green.
🔆 Orange (he/him? we don't think he cares) - That's him on the banner image. Compassion incarnate. Likes discussing, supporting and debating.
🍇 Indigo (he/him) - Horny jail. Most interconnected member of the system, because apparently that trait is what unites us all.
☕ Autumn (she/her) - She who manages the pain. Very to-the-point and can come off as a bit cold or rude. Could always use coffee and some ibuprofen.
🌿 Mist (she/her) - Quiet headmate who nonetheless likes to post. Typically uses minimal or simple words.
🧯 Syph (he/him) - Load-bearing people pleaser. Very tired.
🎸 Seth (he/him) - The devil on our shoulder who keeps telling us that "trying to cut your own hair is a good idea, actually"
🗡️ Alex (he/him) & subsystem - Introject and not happy about it. slowly embracing the cringe. Every time I cringe at myself I become more powerful. You cannot contain me anymore.
+ others, who either don't front very frequently or don't care to be included here.
*holds head in hands* I cannot believe it. Plural side of tumblr has out-kinked me. I've been defeated.
Honestly it's probably because plurality is such a comfort thing for us, but apparently we absolutely cannot handle kinks that play with plural power dynamics.
No shame to anyone who's into that, I'm mostly just surprised at myself? With most stuff I can usually at least go "Ah not my thing, but I can see the vision", meanwhile this felt like accidentally perceiving an eldritch horror.
I was bullied in primary school so now I'm a shifting mass of 4-8 people. theres a minecraft enderman and two roblox characters rattling around in here as well
I made the venture onto r/systemscr*nge today because you can only hear about something so much before the curiosity starts to consume you -
And I'm kind of fascinated by this phenomenon of people online needing to go on these self-righteous bullying crusades. Like, them thinking that they're "doing the right thing" is a load-bearing part of it, their ego couldn't take it otherwise.
It reeks of the "won't someone think of the children???" discourse surrounding queerness in media. I'm not about to go on my fifteenth rant about why we desperately need to account for children being their own people and being able to make decisions about their own identity, but like Come On.
Anyways, if you're a child/teen this side of the internet, don't let anyone tell you who to be. The only person capable of accurately assessing who you are is, unsurprisingly: You. Experimenting with different identities, even if you turn out to be wrong, is a crucial part of being alive, especially when you're younger. Nobody comes out of the womb with a fully formed sense of self.
Don't be afraid of being cringe or weird, because, statistically, you are going to be cringe and weird. And, when you grow up, you're probably also going to be cringe and weird, but you will care a hell of a lot less.
we never went to like art school or anything, because art is meant to be fun (and there is no fun in art school, just look at the letters!), but every time we drew in regular school our teachers told us our anime-style drawings had hauntingly flat faces. so for a while we tried to lean into like realism and stuff
but growing up we realized we can do whatever we want. we don't even have to draw pupils.
I'm sure that feeling more comfortable looking at featureless faces has nothing to do with our suspiciously autistic-seeming aversion to eye contact...
we actually considered taking a professional autism assessment a while back, but it seems like so much effort. we belong to a linguistic minority where we live and don't speak the official language very fluently. that combined with being AFAB and all the syscovery stuff, now, it feels incredibly unlikely that we'd get diagnosed even if we are autistic lol
so like... maybe it's okay if we don't know. maybe we can just carry around earplugs and stim toys because those help and we don't have to know why :)
We used to be so uncomfortable with the idea of me possibly being plural before we found out about median systems. It was like, scary to think about having whole different identities in my head, it made me feel like the identity I was trying so hard to hold on to would splinter. It was so amazing to find out there was a thing between plural and singlet, and that we WERE one, just different parts of a whole, working together to comprise one soul. I’ve honestly never felt so confident in our own identity before and I’m genuinely so happy we found out about it!
we never went to like art school or anything, because art is meant to be fun (and there is no fun in art school, just look at the letters!), but every time we drew in regular school our teachers told us our anime-style drawings had hauntingly flat faces. so for a while we tried to lean into like realism and stuff
but growing up we realized we can do whatever we want. we don't even have to draw pupils.
I'm sure that feeling more comfortable looking at featureless faces has nothing to do with our suspiciously autistic-seeming aversion to eye contact...
There's something funny to me about doing my bachelor's thesis in graph theory while being plural. Like... idk if you know mr professor, I'm something of a graph myself
