I genuinely cannot remember what i did with y time before social media and that terrifies me more than any horror film could.
Like what was i doing? Reading? Staring at walls?
I must have had the same 24 hours. The same restless 11pm energy. The same "I don't want to sleep yet" feeling.
But somehow I survived without a For you page.
Now i can't sit in a waiting room for 4 minutes without opening Instagram, closing it, opening Twitter, losing it, again opening Instagram and somehow an hour has passed and i have learned nothing except that a dog in Japan can skateboard.
The scary part isn't that social media taking our time.
It's that we don't even remember what we did with that time before. It's just gone like it never existed.