u/Casual-Snoo

Lenses used: Samyang 35mm f1.8, Sony 85mm f1.8 and a Tamron 28-75mm f2.8

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I feel like I’d have stayed in if it was coed ass eating all the time

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How are people who choose to stay off social media perceived by those who are still using it?

Like many, I quit social media years ago. I wonder if we still seem out of place to active online users. What have you found out? Any interesting experiences or opinions?

The office lights hummed with a quiet authority. To Dennis, his job was just an exercise in abstractions. Sitting at a desk piled with budget forecasts and line item vetoes, the real world felt entirely theoretical. When he signed off on spending freezes or delayed safety audits, he was merely balancing a ledger. The words on the pages "compliance deferrals" and "monitoring reductions" were clean. They did not suffer.

​When Friday afternoon arrived, Dennis packed his briefcase and headed home, content with a week of fiscal discipline.

​On Saturday evening, his wife, Charlotte, prepared a simple dinner. While she made a bowl of cereal for herself, she served Dennis a salad of fresh greens. To Dennis, groceries were just a transaction. He never thought about the distant fields they came from, the upstream irrigation channels, or the microscopic vulnerabilities left unchecked because the inspectors who used to find them had been laid off. Charlotte gave the leaves a brief rinse under the tap, completely unaware that some things are too microscopic for water to wash away.

​By Sunday morning, the consequences of Dennis's bureaucratic decisions turned on his own body. It began with a vague wave of fatigue. Because he was nearing sixty and had a weakened immune system, his body lacked the resilience to fight back. By the time Charlotte left for a multi day business trip later that afternoon, Dennis claimed he was just tired and insisted he would be fine alone.

​But by early Monday morning, the infection hit him with full force, trapping him in a swift, nonstop cycle of dehydration.

​Isolated in the empty house, the rapid fluid loss quickly disrupted his body's delicate balance. By Monday afternoon, a sharp, crushing tightness moved across his chest. His heart, starved of fluids, strained to pump what little blood remained. He tried to reach for the phone, but severe muscle cramps locked his limbs. His blood pressure plummeted, and his vision narrowed into darkness. Dennis passed out on the floor and died from sudden cardiac arrest induced by profound shock.

​The tragic irony was complete. The system he helped defund from the safety of a desk left a blind spot wide enough to enter his own home. By the time his office finally wondered why he had skipped Monday's morning meetings, the real world consequences of his paperwork had already cost him his life.