WE’RE ALL DOOMED
It’s 1:14 am and I can’t escape the downward spiral. Eyes near bleeding, I swipe my right thumb down, then up, in an anxious twitch. A tweet from Quartz journalist Karen Ho pauses the descent: “Hey, are you doom-scrolling?” Yes I am, Karen, and I hate myself for it. Doom-scrolling—the compulsion to constantly check Twitter, Facebook, Feedly, Reddit, Digg, anything and everything, so as not to miss a single modern misery—has been a pastime for years, but the pandemic turned it into my full-time gig. Then the worldwide protests over police brutality sent me into overtime. Endlessly addictive, the wretched habit is unraveling whatever shreds of sanity I have left. It must stop. I’m not saying I wish to check out completely. That helps no one. What…
