This made me think about my condition, hour, and ten min. It's a deep literary dive with continental philosophy. Sussy on Foucault, it sparked thoughts, though.
This wasn't a self diagnosis. My parents told me I was autistic, making me sheltered from the social constructed ontology of the placebo/nocebo state that it was in. So that I got a living based on that via my government.
It's all on that, couldn't imagine a life without it not, not sure if it's good if i had replaced that with hackneyed work rather than sheltered work. I guess it's for my own good.
Yet what for? Right now, when I scroll X/twitter, and stream on twitch, there's still pressure to compete for attention and shout. All for payment for direct response. To consume and hustle for a little mindless push.
Is that my autism, or is it something ingrained within all of us? We are goldmines. So skepticism is justified.
Like a mobile game developer trying to make their games more addictive to make an immeasurable result, they can't help it, they are on a hedonistic treadmill. So it helps to be more wary as we goes on.