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 made by someone, solely to consume. Pathetic. Another attempt to sell me stuff, yet another souless product, sold by a model wearing 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.
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