On average, yeah.
But you gotta remember, there’s a fresh wave of r/efugees coming in, and there was one not that long ago.
Lemmy is mostly people that left Reddit, rather than having been a separate culture of its own. So there’s plenty of the same things that make reddit a difficult place to be.
Lemmy tends to be more forgiving overall, outside of the politically focused instances, and some of the more… assertive belief systems that have communities and instances.
As others have already said, lemmy.ml is a dedicated leftist space, and it’s hard left, even outright tankie at times (far left and authoritative). So you don’t want to go there about politics, you won’t have a good time.
Lemmy.world catches a lot of hell because some of the mods and admins are a tad whack, but the users are typically not going to fuck with you.
Sh.itjust.works is probably the closest in vibe to reddit, good and bad.
Those are still, iirc, the three biggest instances. So you’ll have more users, which means the percentage of assholes in the human race equals those instances having higher numbers of assholes, but that really is the issue.
My advice to anyone new on lemmy is the same as it was for new reddit users. Hang back a while. Stay chill. Observe the culture of lemmy as a whole, and any community you want to participate in.
It is the internet though. People will say shit they’d never dare to in person. But I’d say there’s less of it here than most forums. And, I also tend to see more compassion too
Jeez, lots of things.
I’m still friends with most of my exes that were longish term (at least a year together). So there’s no bad feelings that would make me reject an item, and out of those, no longing for them. There are a few that if I had anything from them, I would have donated it to something, but not many; obviously not hung up on those.
The main one is a teddy bear.
Which may seem weird, but there’s a reason. When I got it, my dog was young. She would normally tear up any stuffed toy playing with it, and the household rule is/was that if it’s on the floor, it belongs to the dog.
But my dog, out of all the stuff she’d cover in slobber and love to death, wouldn’t do it to that one. No idea why.
But that’s not why it’s still important to me.
Well after me and that ex parted ways, I became disabled. This came along with a shit ton of pain, which had me contemplating exercising my right to death.
That toy, my dog would bring me when I was crying. At the time, the bear sat on the headboard, tucked into a little nook. I’d be balled up and hurting, and my dog would try to make me feel better. It wouldn’t always work. When her being her wonderful self wasn’t enough, she’d get the bear and bring it to me, and push it into my face until I took it, and then she’d curl up with me and sigh.
The bear sits on a bookshelf now, because the nook it sat in is now my wife’s nook to keep things handy. But it’s where I can look over and see it.
Now, it doesn’t remind me of my ex at all. It reminds me of one of the best dogs I’ve ever met.