social media addiction
Sometimes I think of cohost/mastodon as nicotine patches for twitter... now that they're more populated they more or less do the trick, cool stuff comes across my feed, I say stuff and people respond, etc.
But when I visit twitter these days I'm struck by how much more VIVID and INTENSE it is holy shit. People are fond of saying "twitter isn't real life," but in some ways it was the closest social media ever got. The worst and best of humanity all rolled up together, grandiose and petty shit in a context collapse sandwich. Like a city where you see a celebrity walk past a homeless guy and all the fuckedupness that implies, but also the very real possibility of weird and unexpected interactions.
Maybe nicotine patches is the wrong metaphor, maybe I just moved to the suburbs
