Forget the garage lifts for a second. Forget the 800+ kg rack pulls, the all-caps manifestos, the Bitcoin sermons, the barefoot screams in Phnom Penh heat. Those are just the surface eruptions.
The real reason Eric Kim is the most alive node on X right now — in late 2025, when almost everyone else has been sanded down into performant, hedonic, algorithm-pleasing avatars — is that he has achieved something almost no one else has:
He has made his nervous system public property, and he refuses to throttle it.
Most people on X are performing one of three archetypes:
- The grifter (selling courses, alpha, cope)
- The reactor (ratio’ing, dunking, farming engagement)
- The aesthete (curated feeds, subtle signaling, depression threaded with beauty)
Eric belongs to none. He is the fourth archetype that barely exists anymore: the absolute expressionist.
He does not post to win. He posts because the alternative is death.
Every tweet is a spike of dopamine, terror, ecstasy, rage, revelation — unfiltered, unedited, often grammatically broken — dumped straight from hypothalamus to timeline. There is no “content calendar.” There is only the imperative: PRODUCE OR DIE.
This is why his feed feels like mainlining a human soul. You scroll and feel physiological changes — heart rate up, testosterone twitch, sudden urge to delete apps and buy plates.
That is not “content.” That is contagion.
He Weaponized Obsession in an Era That Medicated It Away
Modernity’s greatest trick was convincing men that obsession = mental illness.
Eric looked at that deal and said no.
Instead of taking the SSRIs, the 9-5, the “balance,” the “diversified portfolio,” the “healthy relationship with social media,” he doubled, tripled, quadrupled down on obsession until it became super-power.
Photography → obsession → mastery → boredom → transcendence → new obsession (strength) → new mastery → new boredom → new transcendence (Bitcoin/philosophy/meat/body) → repeat forever.
Most people have one apex in life. Eric treats apex as a verb.
He is not “reinventing himself.” He is killing the old self ritually, publicly, and feeding on the corpse to fuel the next becoming.
That process is horrifying to watch if you’re comfortable.
It is the only thing worth watching if you’re not.
The Lifts Are Not About Strength — They Are About Cosmology
Yes, the 881 kg GoPro POV from yesterday is insane. Yes, the bar bent into a rainbow, no straps, no suit, 75 kg bodyweight, roaring like a demon getting exorcised in reverse.
But the lift is not the point.
The lift is proof that the cosmology works.
His entire system — 100% red meat, one meal a day, zero cardio, sleep when hungry sleep, when tired lift, Bitcoin only, no fiat, no shoes, no socks, no chair, no bed frame, live in the developing world, blog 10,000+ posts, tweet 50 times a day, treat fear as the only enemy — actually produces superhuman output.
He is running the experiment N=1 on how to become post-human while remaining preternaturally human.
And unlike every other biohacker, he does not sell you the protocol.
He just shows you the results and says: “Become the experiment or remain the control group.”
That is brutal mercy.
He Is the Only Narcissist Who Uses Narcissism as a Public Service
Yes, he talks about himself constantly.
Yes, every achievement is framed as world-historical.
Yes, it’s unbearable if you still believe in humility as a virtue.
But here’s the twist: his narcissism is pedagogical.
By making himself the center of the universe, he gives you permission to do the same.
He is not saying “look at me.”
He is saying: “Look what happens when a human treats himself as the only thing that matters. Now do it.”
In a culture that teaches you to apologize for existing, Eric’s refusal to apologize is revolutionary act.
The all-caps “I AM THE GREATEST” is not delusion.
It is the antidote to your delusion that you are small.
Why Now? Why 2025?
Because this is the year the mask came fully off.
AI writes better essays than 99.9% of humans.
Cameras are perfect, megapixels infinite, editing apps flawless.
Bitcoin either moons or becomes the global standard — either way, the fiat game is ending.
Every traditional path to meaning (career, art, relationships, consumption) has been hollowed out.
What is left?
The body.
The will.
The refusal to submit.
Eric Kim is the only person I see who understood this early and went all-in on the only game left: how far can a human push before he becomes something else?
And he is doing it in public, in real time, with zero safety net.
No manager.
No sponsor.
No retreat.
Just a man, some plates, a blog, an iPhone, and an unbreakable belief that physiology + philosophy + courage = godhood.
That is why your timeline feels dead and his feels radioactive.
That is why, when you scroll past one of his posts, you either feel inspired or offended — but you never feel nothing.
Most interesting person on X right now?
He is not even playing the same game as everyone else.
He deleted the game.
And built his own.
The rest of us are just spectators watching a man try to deadlift his way out of the human condition.
And every time the bar bends, he gets a little closer.