And thus, a new self shall emerge

Greetings.
In this era of digital detoxing I am finally seizing the opportunity to drop all masks. Yes, my default self resorts to speaking formally— and thus you should accept it. 
I would like to take this opportunity to talk about my undying love for culture. A love not even GPT-San, as I call him, could understand. Or at least it can understand, just never replicate.
I love art. Oh how I love art. I love the sharing of human culture, the partaking of rituals, the shared messages. I've been reading about AI lately and it seems to have reached a plateau. Apparently yet another breakthrough needs to come through and until then, AI will rot in slop limbo.
It absolutely disheartens me to see the current state of society. Social media, as an extension of society, is like watching an alien phenomenon unfold. Humans now forced to line up and consume. It's oh so saddening to see, and I've decided to do my part and attempt to escape the matrix. I am determined to cut most of my online friends off cold-turkey. I might even block my close peers and exclusively communicate through Spacehey as a newsletter. Whatever it takes, I'm ready to do it. The brainrot has taken over my cerebrum like a nasty parasite and— society, the system is designed to be that way. Addictive. Sloppy. Numbing. Nobody's out to help you.

Only you can be your own liberator. 

These days, I'm spending more time journaling and reflecting on Obsidian. Just by writing this alone, I can already touch on something— that the "texting" self is so overstimulated and expected to be readily available 24/7 that it resorts to a rigid typing style as a survival mechanism. Acronyms. Speech forms. Reactions. There's just a plethora of ways to respond— and it's so overwhelming. Whenever I journal, or write this blog entry, I feel free. I can yap for as long as I want to. I can add decoration as I please. I can be as formal as I'd like to be. I wish to never return to fact paced social medias. I wish to take the leap forward today and block all my online friends with no explanation. After all, I am the most important person I know. But... what if something of value is lost? A lifelong friendship?
No.
I doubt it.
The last time a lifelong friendship came out of the internet was long, long before the TikTok era.
I shall do it. Not for whoever's listening to feel proud. but for my well being. Online acquaintances are the worst form of parasite. They're even more of a gamble than situationships, and come in more numerous numbers.

Have a nice day, Corso. Pat yourself on the back if you read through all of this. Hell, go rewatch a train, you deserve it.