Everybody Please Relax - My Brain Is Full

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I’m One Notification Away From Screaming!

It’s getting ridiculous. One more notification, one more message, and I might actually relocate to a village with no network. And the worst part? I need the internet to survive. So I’m stuck here. Online. Forever. It feels like every corner of life is trying to get my attention at the same time. Even silence is making noise. Everything is demanding something, and none of it is small. Everyday feels like someone is adding one extra task, one extra notification, one extra expectation.

At this point, it feels like the entire planet is overstimulated. Everyone is fighting for five minutes of peace like it’s a ticket to paradise. Notifications are basically jump scares. Emails should come with a warning label. And social media? That’s a full-blown carnival with no closing hours.

People are supposed to “stay informed,” but no one specifies what exactly they’re supposed to be informed about. Half the updates have nothing to do with their actual lives. There’s so much to consume, so much to process, so much to pretend to care about. The algorithm is spoon-feeding everybody information they didn’t ask for, don’t need, and can’t unsee.

And of course, someone always says, “Just log off.” As if it’s that simple. Many people’s jobs now are the internet. I am employed by the algorithm. My phone is my office. My unofficial job description: stay online.

Some days, I genuinely fantasize about disappearing to a quiet village where no one knows my name and nobody is creating content. But responsibilities drag me back with one email: “Quick question.” (Mind you, these questions are NEVER quick)

The wild part is how normal this chaos feels now.We eat breakfast with noise, go to bed with noise, live inside the noise. Silence has somehow become a luxury item.

And if your brain feels like a bus at rush hour; overpacked and overheating - don’t panic. Nothing is wrong with you. You’re just a human trying to function in a world that refuses to lower its volume.

So I’m allowing myself to ignore what doesn’t need me right this second, rest even when productivity guilt tries to hold me back and choose silence, a few quiet minutes just to exist and do nothing. 

Because everything is unnecessarily loud.

And very respectfully: everybody please relax. My brain is full. 

Anyway, I’m going to pretend to log off now, even though we both know I’ll be back online in 30 minutes because, well… capitalism.

Toodles💕

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