If you actually pay attention while doomscrolling, you'll find it isn't even enjoyable at all. You don't do it for pleasure.
You do it because it's the only time you can set your worries, problems, and responsibilities aside and be fully immersed in the state of disappearance.
This is the same reason boomers are so addicted to television. For one moment the outside world ceases to exist and they become the screen.
It's one of many reasons people drink until they black out, stoners zone out into nothing, and depressed people sleep fourteen hours.
All they seek is the closest thing to death without dying, and that happens to be complete absence from themselves.
Travis is an apex predator put on ice in 2017 and only recently reactivated from cryogenic slumber.
Standards for male behavior have moved so far that he's actively perplexed by it.
Our current ecology was last home to performative frat bros nearly a decade ago.
So when Travis tells TBPN he jet skis to work, and Jordi + John ask whether he does his best thinking on the jet ski, he pauses.
You can visibly see him get confused, with an expression like "What the fuck are you guys talking about?"
Then he quite literally voices his frustration: "No guys...it's a fucking notch on the belt. Who else do you know who jet skis to work? Nobody. I'm the guy."
Even the literal technology brothers are incapable of fathoming a man who does things just for the bit.
Travis in 2026 is like the T-rex from Jurassic Park 2 who finds himself in modern day San Diego being like, yo, what the FUCK is this place?
And then just stomps everything in sight.
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update: officially alien of extraordinary ability.
I got my O1 visa approved - America's 250th anniversary 🇺🇸
now, back to work. big updates are coming soon.