Everybody’s Addicted.

It started one random evening. NEPA took light, and my data finished at the same time. No warning. No “last 200mb”. Nothing.

For a full minute, I sat there staring at my phone screen, waiting for it to reload like my stubborn life depended on it. It didn’t. But at that moment, it felt like it did.

I was suddenly aware of how quiet the room was. No videos playing in the background, no notifications buzzing, no people to scroll through. Just silence–very loud and uncomfortable silence.

And then it hit me: I didn’t know what to do with myself without the internet.

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That night, I realized something ugly but true–I was addicted.

The constant stimulation and the endless cycle of scrolling, checking, laughing, comparing, and scrolling again.

Somehow, social media had become my peace. Or what I thought was peace.

You know that fake kind of peace where you’re not really calm–just distracted enough not to think? Yeah, that one.

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We’ve all built our little digital worlds now.

We wake up and then immediately reach for our phones like they’re oxygen tanks.

We’d say we’re “just checking messages “, but next thing we know, we’ve checked everything except the message we opened the app for.

We scroll not because we’re bored, but because we don’t know how to sit still anymore.

And have you noticed how we all want to trend

for something now?

It doesn’t even need to make sense–just let our names fly around for a while.

We say “i don’t care about fame” but the moment a post does well, you’re suddenly thinking “maybe I should do another one like that”

The truth is, we crave visibility.

We want to be seen.

And somehow, social media became the stage where we perform for it everyday.

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I sometimes envy people who can go dayssss without being online.

You know the type– those who forget to post for a whole month and somehow their lives are still full.

Meanwhile I can’t even enjoy the sunset without thinking, “ I should snap this”.

I’ve met people who say “i don’t use social media much”

And I’m like “How do you survive?”

But that’s the problem, isn’t it? Why does peace now feel like survival?

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We’ve turned our rest into a performance.

Even our happiness now needs Wi-Fi and then silence feels incomplete without background noise from TikTok or instagram reels.

We don’t realize how much we depend on that constant stream of connection until it’s gone.

Until the light goes off, until the data finishes and suddenly you’re left alone with your thoughts–thoughts you’ve been running away from for months.

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That night, with no Wi-Fi and no distractions, I just sat there.

No music, no scrolling, no pretending to be “fine”.

Just me.

And you know what? It was weirdly peaceful.

Uncomfortable? Yes.

But peaceful.

It made me think, maybe the peace we keep chasing online isn’t peace at all.

Maybe it’s just noise we’ve learned to call comfort.

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