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

If your eyes glaze over every time a billionaire posts a 47-part thread about “the future of consciousness,” you are

You are not imagining it. The phone screen now outranks your memory, your eyes, and sometimes your own mother. Someone

You know that weird little moment when you ask a chatbot to write a simple email, then another to summarize

You are not imagining the creepiness. The internet feels off because it is off. You post a thought, a joke,