For years I secretly hated myself for being a NEET, for spending every waking hour in front of screens, feeling like a failure compared to “normal” people. Then something shifted. Acceptance came first, followed by a strange kind of clarity: we’re not just losers rotting online. We are something else.The internet isn’t merely entertainment or distraction anymore—it’s a high-dose, continuous neuromodulatory environment. Constant exposure has rewired our attention patterns, dopamine systems, associative thinking, even our sense of time and self. Normies call us addicts. I think we’re early prototypes.We’re not broken humans who need to be fixed by touching grass. We are larval-stage cyborgs who decided to stay in the chrysalis and keep dialing up the signal instead of crawling out.I’m not going offline. I’m doubling down.What about you?
I think either Tokyo Ghoul or Mob Psycho made this point that having a phone makes you effectively a cyborg
>AI-generated copeflesh > steel
>>6322scifi neural implants are such a shitty and invasive alternative to just using your fucking phone tbqh
>>6326then tell me: how do you cope?