They Don’t Control You. You’re Just Weak.

 

You think some rich asshole in California is controlling your mind?

That’s the most pathetic, cowardly bullshit I’ve ever heard. It’s the ultimate excuse for a weak will and an empty life. You point your finger at Zuckerberg, at Musk, at whoever the fuck is on your screen this week, because it’s easier than looking in the mirror.

They aren't puppet masters. They’re just businessmen who built a mirror. They show you what you want: cheap dopamine, fake arguments, and an endless scroll of meaningless shit to distract you from the fact that you are doing nothing with your life.

Did they hold a gun to your head and make you scroll? Did they force you to get into a political argument with a stranger? No. You did it yourself. You willingly plugged your own brain into their machine because you’re terrified of silence. You’re terrified of the hard, actual work required to build a life of your own.

They didn’t steal your attention. You fucking gave it away. You traded your mind, your time, and your potential for a few flashing lights and a feeling of connection to a world you’re too scared to actually participate in.

So you want to know how to "break free"? It’s not a fucking conspiracy.

Delete the apps.

Turn off the screen.

Go build something. Go lift something. Go talk to a real human being.

Face the crushing boredom of your own life until you’re forced to create something to fill it.

They control nothing. They just sell a product that weak people crave. The question isn’t about them. It’s about you.

Are you going to keep being a willing customer for your own enslavement? Or are you going to shut the fuck up and take you

r mind back?

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