Being a Discord mod sounded cool at first.
Power. Respect. A fancy little role color.
Yeah… no.
I wake up, check my phone, and immediately regret existing. 64 notifications overnight. I open the server and the first thing I see is someone arguing about whether cereal is soup.
It's 7:30 in the morning.
Before I can even process that, someone pings me: "MODDDD HE SAID A BAD WORD 😡😡😡." I scroll up. The "bad word" is literally "bruh."
I haven't even had breakfast yet.
Then there's the guy who thinks he's a mod. You know the type. "Guys stop fighting or I'll ban you." Bro, you have no permissions. Sit down.
I step in, tell everyone to chill, and for about 30 seconds… peace.
Then someone joins and immediately types, "free nitro generator 2026 legit no scam." Amazing. Love that. I ban them faster than I blink.
Next problem: two people in general going through a full breakup. In public. Paragraphs. Screenshots. I didn't sign up to be a relationship counselor.
"Take it to DMs," I say.
They do not take it to DMs.
Meanwhile, someone else is spamming among us memes from 2020 like it's still funny. Another user keeps asking, "Can I be mod?" every five minutes. The answer has been no for the past six months.
Then I finally sit back, thinking it's over.
Ping.
"Why did you mute me??? I did nothing."
You scroll up.
They definitely did something.
By the end of the day, I've banned three bots, muted five people, solved zero arguments, and somehow become the villain of the server.
And tomorrow?
I'll do it all again.
For free.
Because for some reason…
I still kinda enjoy it.