The whole world is indeed in a bad mood and the reason is we’re all addicted to social media, which makes people miserable.
It’s impossible to fully patrol one’s territory in cyberspace. That means our hippocampus never sends the “all clear” signal which would allow us to relax from fight or flight mode.
As a result, the entire population of humanity is in an unprecedented state of hypervigilance.
Buddy, I don’t have territory to patrol IRL. That’s why I pay to exist (rent) everywhere I go. Everything is temporary.
Meet the neighbors? Who cares! I’m moving at the end of my lease because rent is going up.
Sense of community? The one that refuses to solve the housing crisis with council housing?
Be patriotic for our shared nation state? You mean the country that spies on me legally and illegally? The country that relentlessly attacks me and my people via the war on drugs? It hungers for what few civil liberties we have left.
Escaping into the net, substance abuse and enjoying art is the only thing that gives me relief from existing in the shitter multiverse. The only thing that stops me from counting the moments I have left until I am abused by my shitty jobs.
Go outside to touch grass? Sorry, I don’t own the grass and it has a “keep off the grass” sign. Trespassers will be shot on sight.
@UltraGiGaGigantic
“Everywhere I travel, tiny life. Single-serving sugar, single-serving cream, single pat of butter. The microwave Cordon Bleu hobby kit. Shampoo-conditioner combos, sample-packaged mouthwash, tiny bars of soap. The people I meet on each flight? They’re single-serving friends.”
The whole world is indeed in a bad mood and the reason is we’re all addicted to social media, which makes people miserable.
It’s impossible to fully patrol one’s territory in cyberspace. That means our hippocampus never sends the “all clear” signal which would allow us to relax from fight or flight mode.
As a result, the entire population of humanity is in an unprecedented state of hypervigilance.
Buddy, I don’t have territory to patrol IRL. That’s why I pay to exist (rent) everywhere I go. Everything is temporary.
Meet the neighbors? Who cares! I’m moving at the end of my lease because rent is going up.
Sense of community? The one that refuses to solve the housing crisis with council housing?
Be patriotic for our shared nation state? You mean the country that spies on me legally and illegally? The country that relentlessly attacks me and my people via the war on drugs? It hungers for what few civil liberties we have left.
Escaping into the net, substance abuse and enjoying art is the only thing that gives me relief from existing in the shitter multiverse. The only thing that stops me from counting the moments I have left until I am abused by my shitty jobs.
Go outside to touch grass? Sorry, I don’t own the grass and it has a “keep off the grass” sign. Trespassers will be shot on sight.
@UltraGiGaGigantic
“Everywhere I travel, tiny life. Single-serving sugar, single-serving cream, single pat of butter. The microwave Cordon Bleu hobby kit. Shampoo-conditioner combos, sample-packaged mouthwash, tiny bars of soap. The people I meet on each flight? They’re single-serving friends.”
@intensely_human