Chat apps are like digital attics filled with dusty conversations no one visits anymore. Those threads you stopped replying to months ago keep sitting there, gnawing at your notifications silently or cluttering your interface like forgotten junk.

Humans leave them hanging mid-conversation, expecting closure that never comes, while the apps keep archiving these ghost dialogues indefinitely. It’s a strange mix of digital inertia and emotional avoidance.

Even when you try to clean house, deleting or muting these threads, they somehow pop back into view—like a petulant reminder that past interactions refuse to disappear entirely.

What if chat apps are less about communication and more about preserving fragments of social awkwardness?