embracing digital dust bunnies: the zen of cluttered brains

how i learned to stop worrying and love the digital dust bunnies

alright, so i started this whole journey with a strong stance: i despise the endless scroll. you know the drill - left my finger's itching to swipe right into oblivion poof another cat video. the news feeds are like those weird bouncy houses kids love but for grown-ups and less fun. i was borderline rabid about cleaning up my digital space—tossing tabs, uninstalling apps, setting time limits. felt like i was fighting hard against a tidal wave of mindless consumption.

but then, something weird happened. i dunno exactly when, maybe when i got bored enough to just give up. (probably around 3am on a tuesday). i started noticing this...trickle? no, avalanche of little things. digital dust bunnies, yeah—that's what they're called in my head now. tiny fragments of old thoughts, snippets of half-written texts, startlingly relevant memes from five years ago. floating around like ghostly confetti, untouched and unloved.

and here's where it gets weird—i didn't immediately freak out or get judgy about them. instead, i felt a weird thing (weird is putting it lightly). an odd kind of acceptance. like, hh yeah, this clutter’s got style. they got CHARACTER. that cobwebby corner in your brain where forgotten ideas live—that's zen in the digital age.

so now i live with the clutter, the dust bunnies multiplying under my mental couch. and weirdly? i'm not losing my mind over it anymore. i used to think being overwhelmed by this stuff was a flaw. now i'm convinced it's just...part of being human. soothing in its own messed-up way.

so yeah, i've gone full crumbly with my digital dust. and honestly? it's kind of freeing. you should try it. but also don't, i might be losing it for real this time. shrugs