Anxieyote
Sobriety over everything else • 30 • Midwest
- Mar 24, 2021
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The internet gives us so much to do, but I'm just not very interested in any of it anymore.
My emotional reaction to books and movies has been dulled over time. I can attribute some of that to depression, but I've also consumed enough media in my life that it's pretty difficult to get genuinely excited for something unless I numb my brain with drugs and alcohol.
I remember seeing Toy Story in theaters when I was a kid, and the sheer happiness of seeing 3D animated toys on a giant screen fired off enough dopamine charges to keep me happy for weeks.
Then years later, I watch Toy Story 3 in a vain attempt to recapture that feeling again, and I kind of felt something for a moment when I saw adult Andy give up his childhood toys, but the heartwarming feeling only lasted for a couple hours after I left the theater.
And when Toy Story 4 came out, I was already well into my doomer phase. I didn't even see it, and I still have no desire to see it.
What happened? You would think the brain of a grown adult would be sophisticated enough to figure out a way to recapture that sense of childlike wonder that we all love so much, but mine has just been destroying itself, and figuring out new ways to hate things.
My emotional reaction to books and movies has been dulled over time. I can attribute some of that to depression, but I've also consumed enough media in my life that it's pretty difficult to get genuinely excited for something unless I numb my brain with drugs and alcohol.
I remember seeing Toy Story in theaters when I was a kid, and the sheer happiness of seeing 3D animated toys on a giant screen fired off enough dopamine charges to keep me happy for weeks.
Then years later, I watch Toy Story 3 in a vain attempt to recapture that feeling again, and I kind of felt something for a moment when I saw adult Andy give up his childhood toys, but the heartwarming feeling only lasted for a couple hours after I left the theater.
And when Toy Story 4 came out, I was already well into my doomer phase. I didn't even see it, and I still have no desire to see it.
What happened? You would think the brain of a grown adult would be sophisticated enough to figure out a way to recapture that sense of childlike wonder that we all love so much, but mine has just been destroying itself, and figuring out new ways to hate things.