Unplugging - or, How I Learned to Hate The Internet
I don't know if it is because I have managed to pull myself away from it for a time.
But boy oh boy am I sick of the internet.
There's something about it that is just off-putting to me right now.
I feel like most people are able to go into these echo-chambers and have their opinions reinforced, but the only thing I'm sure of is that I'm not sure of anything.
I hate how even when I am trying to get away from it, I get pulled back in without even noticing. I hate how time disappears without having anything to show for it.
I've had these problems for a while, but this trip I am on is really reminding me of them.
That's all I have to write about right now. I'm going to read a damn book or something.
But boy oh boy am I sick of the internet.
There's something about it that is just off-putting to me right now.
I feel like most people are able to go into these echo-chambers and have their opinions reinforced, but the only thing I'm sure of is that I'm not sure of anything.
I hate how even when I am trying to get away from it, I get pulled back in without even noticing. I hate how time disappears without having anything to show for it.
I've had these problems for a while, but this trip I am on is really reminding me of them.
That's all I have to write about right now. I'm going to read a damn book or something.
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