You are not imagining it. The internet has gotten weirdly intimate, and not in a charming way. You pause on

You are not crazy if your day sometimes feels less like living and more like being managed. Wake up. Check

You are not imagining it. It really does feel like your brain is getting a little lazier when every app

You are told to be yourself online, right up until “yourself” becomes training data. That is the rotten little deal.

You laugh that your AI companion gets you better than your actual friends. Then one night you close the app

You are not crazy for feeling irritated. You open an app looking for one useful answer, one funny post, one

You are not imagining it. The internet really does feel more tiring, more repetitive, and somehow more desperate than it

You know the feeling. You just want to log in, post a comment, buy socks, or reset a password, and

If you have been hearing people talk about AI like it is either the messiah or the antichrist, you are

You know the feeling. Your phone lights up, buzzes, chirps, or flashes, and even if you do not want to