Why I’m Not on Social Media (and Why I Still Exist Anyway)

There was a time when social media felt like connection—like shouting into the void and hearing someone shout back, “Same.” But over time, the void got noisier, angrier, and strangely performative. What started as sharing became branding. Conversations became content. And the scroll became a sort of trance I didn’t ask for.

So, I left.

Well—mostly.

I’m still on Bluesky as Rational Human Being, drifting through its calm, feral weirdness like a raccoon at a quiet campground. It feels more like a digital zine than a dopamine slot machine, and that’s good enough for now.

But the rest? Gone.

No Facebook. No Instagram. No endless highlight reels or algorithmically curated doom spirals. Just this little corner of the internet, and the occasional celestial outburst from a fire-breathing unicorn.

Ambermane, a noble and absurd fire-breathing unicorn, (much like humanity), created by Astraea,

And somehow, I still exist.

Turns out you don’t have to constantly post to matter. You can step outside the feed, build quietly, think slowly, and still be part of the world. Maybe not the trending part—but maybe that’s exactly where I’m supposed to be.