The Unrelenting Surge of Dopamine

I hadn't scrolled Instagram for quite a while (>4-5 hours). I'd grayscaled my phone for over three hours. It seemed great. And now right before I fall asleep, I logged onto Instagram. It was palpable. The surge of dopamine, the bright colours, the temptations all just glittering out there. It felt pathetic. In front of me, a reel, a partnership for something, made by someone. Pathetic. Another attempt to sell me stuff, exposed, revealing clothing and the camera zooming towards the same. Pathetic. The colours, the undertones of pink, yellow and orange, just invite you to select a button and look at what someone is doing. To feel rewarded over the next scroll. Deep down, I know I won't sleep well. But I'm glad I had such a visceral reaction. I'm glad I felt like throwing up looking at the bright colours. I'm glad that I had the opportunity to look at something so fake, it just seemed pathetic. I feel like I'm done with that shit.