The compulsion of apps and the escapist fantasy of TV combine in a self-destructive cycle: Apps make the consistent attention paid a TV show seem like a virtuous kind of focus, and constant television makes the escape back into apps seem worldly.
This is my life right now, honestly. Rationalizing virtue when in reality I feel like I'm living a shadow of a life. I wanted to shrink my life until the world made sense, but I may have dug too deep. Or at least, I have not cleaned up my habits enough to make a monastic existence worthwhile. The value in life as a monk is contemplation, not the isolation necessarily.
As it turns out, isolated but mostly dissociative gaming/binging/feed browsing is not a recipe for spiritual renewal. Who knew?
