Every night I tell myself I’ll just check a few things.
Sleep hygiene experts would not approve.
Forty-five minutes later I’m lying in bed learning that the global economy is one bad week away from reinterpretation, while a cable news panel debates whether catastrophe is bullish for defense stocks.
But doomscrolling isn’t really a bad habit anymore.
It’s basically citizenship.
How else are you supposed to unwind after work if you don’t spend a couple of hours absorbing headlines about war, inflation, political corruption, climate disasters, and whichever tech CEO is currently announcing that human workers are inefficient emotional-support accessories for AI?
Apparently this is “bad for mental health.” Counterpoint: have you seen the news?
The strange thing is, doomscrolling doesn’t feel irrational.
It feels adaptive.
The world has become a slot machine made of anxiety.
Every swipe offers a fresh opportunity to discover something worse than what you just…
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