TikTok and the Fall of Mackarus
Hey Mom! So I have both downloaded and deleted TikTok this week and I think the worst part is that I knew it would come to this. I have been pretty up front with my addictive personality, I have been honest and forthcoming about my Candy Crush issues and the fact that I have to use a very strict timer system to accomplish anything at all on my days off. So it was with great hubris that I downloaded TikTok, that I, the great Mackarus, could spread my wings and fly so close to a world with endless content. Except I was not flying at all, I was under a mountain of blankets, in the dark, in the fetal position wearing a Star Wars onesie. Yeah verily, I was not flying at all. I was falling. For hours and hours I lay there, in darkness, scrolling. Despite the many things I wanted to do. The glorious winter snacks I had hoped to bake, the laundry I needed to fold, the podcast I recorded a week ago that I still haven't edited. I did none of them, I only lived for TikTok, I only breathed