Don’t Even Talk to Me Until I’ve Had My Morning Brain Rot
Brain rot is the only thing keeping me tethered to reality right now.
Did you say something?
Oh, sorry, I missed it. I had my headphones in and turned up to the second-highest volume setting to drown out the sounds of this office.
See, it’s just that the world is an endless onslaught of bad news and once-in-a-lifetime occurrences and I’m physically and mentally exhausted 24/7, yet I’m still expected to clock into this hellhole every weekday because I can’t afford health insurance.
Every morning I rely on a daily routine of mindlessly scrolling through five social media platforms so I never have to be alone with my thoughts. Because if I’m being honest, Debra, if I have to live through another historic event, I might just lose it!
You want to know if I’ve seen anything interesting today? I honestly couldn’t tell you. I don’t even remember the last five posts I’ve scrolled past. All content has become a neverending blur of white noise to me and if I stop ingesting it, I fear I might cease to exist.
Are we done with this conversation, yet? It’s just that — not to be rude — remember how I was sitting here minding my business without acknowledging you at all?
You might not believe this, but that’s because I didn’t plan on speaking with anyone for the next two hours as I processed the unbearable weight of being a human.
Oh, you think I woke up on the wrong side of the bed today? That’s hilarious Debra! Thank you for sharing your opinion with me! I’ll be sure to take that under advisement.
