I long for a life where I have to explain to the child that has decided to adopt me as their parent that the baby boomers were not an ancient race of old people slaughtering babies with explosives, and that the population crisis was caused by them in an indirect capacity, and not by infant genocide.
i’m no longer calling myself chronically offline. it’s more like chaotically offline.
i keep visiting the Internet and it’s a terrible time, every time.
here’s an itemized list of 33 years of grievance against the internet.
• for stealing my friends’ attention
• for wanting to go outside and do things but having to check the internet to know what those things are
• for not being able to keep up with my community and events without it
• for both sparking my imagination and yet stealing it
• for the negative feelings it gives me about my body
• for the constant, never ever ending stimulation
• for ruining my attention span
• for both the awareness and the depression. the big sad.
• for turning hobbies into performance and content
• for the late nights, the insomnia, the bad decisions I make lying awake in bed
• for the blue light that’s ruined my eyes
• for the poor posture, the neck pain, the carpal tunnel in my wrists and thumbs
• for the exposure to violence and trolls and incels and hate
• for the anxiety, the fear—everything that comes with the bad news in every headline
• for the algorithm, the manipulation. the mind games. the malice seared into my brain
something shifted. between childhood and here. it was gradual and then it was not. after covid, after tiktok. it stopped feeling optional.
it used to feel like a place but now it feels like a condition. i don’t think it’s broken. i think it broke us. and I think it’s working exactly as intended.
i didn’t ask for this. i didn’t have a choice. i didn’t have a chance to opt out of it.
Every time I post I feel like I am standing up in no mans land shouting slurs towards either side. For some reason I am compelled to do so even though it brings me harm. I must funny, but I do not want the laughter.
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