This is a power-packed insight. Full article here. Excertps below.

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Experiences, relationships, even our own children, are cheapened, packaged, churned out for others to consume. For some of us growing older has become a series of episodes to release: first the proposal, then the wedding, followed by house tours, pregnancy reveals, every milestone and update, on and on, forever. We exist to entertain each other.

It will never be enough either. You can’t excitedly share the beginning of your relationship but not explain why you broke up. Where’s he gone? What happened to that storyline? You can’t change your opinions or interests; that’s out of character. You can’t disappear for a while; you’ll be behind schedule. You are ours; the audience you owe everything to.

Our precious memories are my mindless entertainment. Your trauma becomes my background noise. Your life-shattering divorce my slop. Your life is what I clean my kitchen to, what I kill time with. And if you fail to entertain me, fine, I will scroll for another life to consume.