I used to feel a similar despair, until I touched grass. If you identify with the blog post, I recommend getting off the internet. Go garden, sit on the deck a

I used to feel a similar despair, until I touched grass. If you identify with the blog post, I recommend getting off the internet. Go garden, sit on the deck and drink some vinho verde, enjoy the breeze, read or write something, go buy a copper-bottom stainless steel cooking pot you can pass down to your great-grandchildren, come up with a good recipe that you can also pass down to them, just relax. The internet isn't real, not nearly as much as you think. Go spend time with people who aren't terminally online. You'll feel embarrassed and relieved, embarrassed for how cringe you were for ever caring at all about that socialmediathing that enraged you or whatever, and relieved that the real world is actually quite nice with some quite nice people in it, grounded, interesting, pleasant.