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This is a story about three dates: 1994, 2007, and 2022. And then three more dates: 1996, 2009 and 2025.

Imagining such a scene made me laugh:

Why does it bother adults so much when kids do things reserved for adults? The idea of a foul-mouthed, cynical 10 year old leaning against a lamppost with a cigarette hanging out of the corner of his mouth is very disconcerting. But why?

Instead of pointing out, “What tech is doing to us...” what if we asked, “What are we doing to ourselves?”

The world continues to be one glorious pool of endless optionality, infinite choice. Multiple places to be in one night. Hobbies to pick up. People to meet. That’s comforting but scary because it means you have to choose, a la Sylvia Plath’s fig tree. The anxiety of having infinite possibilities branch out before you. You think you’ll suffer if you continue down one trail and neglect all other pathways. The truth is: you’ll probably suffer more if you don’t choose at all.