You're doing it wrong!

I have purposely subjegated myself to the command line for most of my necessary computing, and to neutralize the instinctual cooming that having internet access precipitates (Cooming encompasses doomscrolling, edutainment, gaming, or really any frivolous computing activity, which I will basically use as a placeholder for the default ‘browser-dweller’ livestyle I see all around me and one I shamefully, but formerly did participate in).

“AA: But I learn things online! I stay up to date on the news! I get advice or ideas on stuff to do!”

No you don’t, you think you do. Fuck the news. And stop idly consuming advice or ideas - you won’t fucking do ’em cause you’re too busy cooming.

Yes, I am a little pissed off. Everybody and their mother who produces online material and has obtained a following of any significance does so by spewing an endless torrent of binary that when decoded into video chunks is shit, likely something categorical of such: (1) A topic, idea, or other that you already agree with, or some regurgitation of a trivial opinion; a small tickling of your rational psyche (2) Ragebait for you, or string-pulling of something you have an opinion about and seek social approval (or its opposite) (3) Questionably actionable, yet ‘practical’ living advice under a guise of ‘learning’ where dependance on further content from the creator is encouraged or ‘required’ in some cases (4) Empty brain fodder that, without existing, would’ve otherwise proved to be inconsequential for you personally and I would argue is also cosmically inconsequential (pure, industrial-grade brain rot)

Stop fucking telling me what to do. Stop telling me what’s going on. Stop filling my brain with pointless popcorn science. And stop fooling my brain into thinking I am moving forward while sitting idly at my fucking computer.

Every bit of advice that I, or anyone could be actually doing or exploring is simultaneously (insert clickbait-y thumbnail) “[$var] is a BIG MISTAKE!?” and “You NEED to start doing [$var]?!”. So …? I guess I must keep looking for a definitive answer or convincing enough proof (one more article, video) for $var… How about no - fuck you. I don’t give a fuck if $var is indeed the ‘BIGGEST MISTAKE’ of my life, apparently everything is. Let me and these poor hopeless coomers fucking live.

“AA: But [$popular-creator | $p-hacked-stats | $authority-figure] says it’s a huge mistake!”

Uh huh. Well, $popular-creator can suck my fucking dick. I don’t care. If it fucking kills me then fine, at least I died. And to me that seems better than having never lived, instead just cooming away on how to live or what to do. Eat shit. Fuck these stupid ‘content creators’, get off the internet. You’ll miss nothing, I promise. The world is waiting for its people back.

It might feel lonely cooming away in your bed at 2am, but it’s just as lonely standing on the subway only seeing craned necks and tops of heads… ironically the homeless beggar or M&M-peddaling mom-child combo is a rare sighting of eyeballs and emotion. Always a head shake from me that speaks on two levels.

Yes, there is palapable irony of this entire post and my entire shitpost-ridden online existence… it saddens me as much as it validates the irony. But what else for me to do? I guess i’ll do one of the ‘BIG MISTAKES’ no one has bothered to do, but are all-to-familiar with.

Implications of anything and everything are endless, given enough effort of analysis. All are conclusively inconsequential: Thinking and doing; living and dying; blooming and cooming. But a perpetual decision of indecisiveness cannot be for me. This, I decree. And I wish the same for thee.