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Reading- I am absolutely horrible at this. I'll read anything and everything online, but never make the time to read a physical book.
Reading online fanfiction is free. Sure, the quality varies, but I can quit any time I want. I just don't want to.
Recently I was sitting in a bus for hours. My Steam Deck was already empty. Bravely, I decided to finally continue reading Dune. I was enjoying the experience (after the initial confusion from forgetting who everyone was). But somehow, despite being interested in what was written, my brain constantly wanted more stimulation. To grab the slate of glass that provides endless dopamine. To click buttons. To have a constant stream of simple information.
I'm kinda scared tbh. This shit is an addiction, and I'm addicted. But most other people around me seem just as much or even more addicted. What happened to just being able to do something for an hour without feeling the need for different stimulation. We're all poisoning or minds until we're incapable of paying attention for more than a few seconds.