Sometimes, I think social media is a global psy-op to make me feel terror and fear of the future in order to short circuit my executive functions and buy things to temporarily alleviate the horrors. I mean, sure, I want to be informed on what’s happening at the moment so I can try to have an impact, but goddamn, even the hopeful lefties I follow can draw up some dark-present dead-future shit, so scrolling the feed fills me up with the bad stuff.
It’s the Feed. The random-rewards Feed. The Social Slot Machine. The Feed can give me comics and jokes and tits, or it can give me concentration camps on US soil. I just don’t know what’s coming next! Keep scrolling!
Oi. I need to reconsider my involvement in this social media infinite scroll thing. This much cortisol can’t be good for me.