THE AUTISTIC HERMIT AGAIN...
I don't have much life left to waste on vain dreams, on banal nonsense. I don't want to live my final years asleep, with my mind numb and agitated. Online digital life isn't life. Over the years, you learn that the internet and technology are more of a curse than a means of progress.
I know it's very likely I don't have many years left in this life, and I don't want to spend them scrolling on a screen like a sleepy idiot. The bug-hunting cat is disappearing from online life. I've already closed most of the accounts in its name. For now, I'm only keeping Github accounts and a few platforms I use for programming, but I've changed the usernames on all of them. Besides Mastodon, obviously, I use Instagram for entertainment and because I manage work accounts for some family members.
Of all the things you can do online, I'm sticking with things that involve very little or no social interaction.
And I've thought about going back to teaching at home like I used to.
Basically, this year I've resolved to gradually withdraw from social and online life to a tolerable degree that doesn't overwhelm me or deprive me of the peace my old autistic-bipolar brain needs to function better.
The internet (or rather, social media) is becoming a toxic hellscape that it's best to stay away from.
Silent whispers in frozen air