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| YouTube addiction: binge watching videos became my 'drug of choice' | |
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| I don’t know exactly how long I’ve had a YouTube problem.The wild elephants turn back to salute the men who have saved their baby from the ditch. They raise their trunks aloft with wondrous grace in a moment shared between man and beast. I don’t blink, hardly twitch. Lit by the glow of the laptop screen, my face shows no flicker of emotion. The video finishes and the next one begins to load. “Electrocuted squirrel gets CPR by kind man.” | |
| Unbeknownst to me, the daylight has faded across to the other side of the Earth, and I am in darkness. I am lying on my bed in the fetal position, as I have been for three hours straight … watching YouTube. | Unbeknownst to me, the daylight has faded across to the other side of the Earth, and I am in darkness. I am lying on my bed in the fetal position, as I have been for three hours straight … watching YouTube. |
| I don’t know exactly how long I’ve had a YouTube problem. | I don’t know exactly how long I’ve had a YouTube problem. |
| The first chapters of addiction are often written in the pen of innocence. Mine started in the same way all others must – with a joy unforeseen. A music video with a new friend behind the sofa at some party one unending summer night. An email in my inbox linking a highlight reel of Messi’s greatest dribbles, coming in off the right wing, scything through tackles. | The first chapters of addiction are often written in the pen of innocence. Mine started in the same way all others must – with a joy unforeseen. A music video with a new friend behind the sofa at some party one unending summer night. An email in my inbox linking a highlight reel of Messi’s greatest dribbles, coming in off the right wing, scything through tackles. |
| If I’m scrupulous, I admit it started long before that, in the time before the internet. My parents didn’t let us watch much television as kids. My answer to this deprivation was to flick through the channels like a drone whenever they were away, hoping to land on something that gripped my attention for longer than the split second it took me to glean, ignore, and plough onward. Alone, I never watched anything for longer than two minutes. | If I’m scrupulous, I admit it started long before that, in the time before the internet. My parents didn’t let us watch much television as kids. My answer to this deprivation was to flick through the channels like a drone whenever they were away, hoping to land on something that gripped my attention for longer than the split second it took me to glean, ignore, and plough onward. Alone, I never watched anything for longer than two minutes. |
| Years later, an interview with the writer David Foster Wallace struck me deeply. | Years later, an interview with the writer David Foster Wallace struck me deeply. |
| Wallace fought depression for most of his adult life. He suffered with different types of addictions, but said his primary addiction, as unsexy as it sounded, was television. He said he was so afraid of watching it, he couldn’t have a TV in his house. Hearing this for the first time opened my mind to the idea that the YouTube thing, as it moved silently along the forest floor of my impulses like a fox on his feet of silk, demanded a seriousness I was unwilling to give it. | Wallace fought depression for most of his adult life. He suffered with different types of addictions, but said his primary addiction, as unsexy as it sounded, was television. He said he was so afraid of watching it, he couldn’t have a TV in his house. Hearing this for the first time opened my mind to the idea that the YouTube thing, as it moved silently along the forest floor of my impulses like a fox on his feet of silk, demanded a seriousness I was unwilling to give it. |
| Every addiction balances on the fulcrum of denial. The decline before the fall is colored by a lake of awareness. I was unaware the habits I was slowly slipping into weren’t OK. At first it was just weekends. I was single and lived alone; if I woke up hungover, it was easy to turn my back on anything productive or social. One weekend I became fascinated by the internal politicking of the WTA tennis tour. Another weekend it was American high school track and field. A man in Pennsylvania fashioned knives out of rusted wrenches. I was in. | Every addiction balances on the fulcrum of denial. The decline before the fall is colored by a lake of awareness. I was unaware the habits I was slowly slipping into weren’t OK. At first it was just weekends. I was single and lived alone; if I woke up hungover, it was easy to turn my back on anything productive or social. One weekend I became fascinated by the internal politicking of the WTA tennis tour. Another weekend it was American high school track and field. A man in Pennsylvania fashioned knives out of rusted wrenches. I was in. |
| There were times I wouldn’t communicate with anyone all day. It was isolationist and repetitive and hypnotic. I would sit entranced, swelling my command of thoroughly useless information as YouTube gently wove its spell on me, drawing me deeper and deeper into its pixelated underworld. As one video finished, another one on a similar topic loaded, sucking me in for another five or 10 minutes. Half hours became hours became half days. And outside my window, the world whizzed on. | There were times I wouldn’t communicate with anyone all day. It was isolationist and repetitive and hypnotic. I would sit entranced, swelling my command of thoroughly useless information as YouTube gently wove its spell on me, drawing me deeper and deeper into its pixelated underworld. As one video finished, another one on a similar topic loaded, sucking me in for another five or 10 minutes. Half hours became hours became half days. And outside my window, the world whizzed on. |
| A lot of people think they don’t know how to watch YouTube. “I wouldn’t know what to look for,” my friend Milly once told me. “Talking dog’s unique bark helps him get adopted” is good, I thought. I shrugged and said nothing. | A lot of people think they don’t know how to watch YouTube. “I wouldn’t know what to look for,” my friend Milly once told me. “Talking dog’s unique bark helps him get adopted” is good, I thought. I shrugged and said nothing. |
| 'Fiction is outperforming reality': how YouTube's algorithm distorts truth | 'Fiction is outperforming reality': how YouTube's algorithm distorts truth |
| A system of recommendations based on previously viewed videos appears as if by magic at the top of your screen, which means the table is always laid. If you’ve been watching videos on the Anunnaki and ancient alien space-traveling civilizations, YouTube will show you more of where you last left off when you next click on. | A system of recommendations based on previously viewed videos appears as if by magic at the top of your screen, which means the table is always laid. If you’ve been watching videos on the Anunnaki and ancient alien space-traveling civilizations, YouTube will show you more of where you last left off when you next click on. |
| Even when I wiped my recommendations, the subjects my dark side needed to feed on were etched in my memory. | Even when I wiped my recommendations, the subjects my dark side needed to feed on were etched in my memory. |
| All that was left was to type them into the search bar. | All that was left was to type them into the search bar. |
| To be addicted is to be completely at the whim of your impulses. Tick. To realize you are no longer in control of your decisions. Tick. To be aware that the behaviors you are undergoing are harmful to you, tick, are making you unhappy, tick, and in spite of this, you are repeating them nonetheless. Tick. I was losing control over my ability to not watch YouTube, and in doing so, I was losing days of my life I wasn’t going to get back. But still, somehow, I wasn’t giving the situation the seriousness it deserved. | To be addicted is to be completely at the whim of your impulses. Tick. To realize you are no longer in control of your decisions. Tick. To be aware that the behaviors you are undergoing are harmful to you, tick, are making you unhappy, tick, and in spite of this, you are repeating them nonetheless. Tick. I was losing control over my ability to not watch YouTube, and in doing so, I was losing days of my life I wasn’t going to get back. But still, somehow, I wasn’t giving the situation the seriousness it deserved. |
| I did take a knife to my internet connection three times. | I did take a knife to my internet connection three times. |
| Sports bloopers. Russian road traffic accidents. Dogs protecting newborn babies. Sebaceous cyst extractions. Ancient civilizations that scientists and historians refuse to talk about. A grizzly bear took a shotgun blast at close range. A man stayed awake for 11 days. A fish evolved to be completely transparent. And on and on and on. | Sports bloopers. Russian road traffic accidents. Dogs protecting newborn babies. Sebaceous cyst extractions. Ancient civilizations that scientists and historians refuse to talk about. A grizzly bear took a shotgun blast at close range. A man stayed awake for 11 days. A fish evolved to be completely transparent. And on and on and on. |
| My weekend YouTube habit morphed into weeknights and then into the day. Work deadlines were affected. As I spent time alone in front of my computer, the slightest sniff of procrastination would send me spiraling into the depths, and I’d emerge an hour later, all the wiser, burdened under the weight of information I didn’t need to know. | My weekend YouTube habit morphed into weeknights and then into the day. Work deadlines were affected. As I spent time alone in front of my computer, the slightest sniff of procrastination would send me spiraling into the depths, and I’d emerge an hour later, all the wiser, burdened under the weight of information I didn’t need to know. |
| Eating disorders are often difficult because traditional mealtimes mean the “lion is let out of the cage” three times a day. When most of our time is spent looking at screens, internet addiction means the lion never has a cage to begin with. It feels like it comes down to willpower and impulse control. Both of which are low on my list of virtues. | Eating disorders are often difficult because traditional mealtimes mean the “lion is let out of the cage” three times a day. When most of our time is spent looking at screens, internet addiction means the lion never has a cage to begin with. It feels like it comes down to willpower and impulse control. Both of which are low on my list of virtues. |
| Not having a smartphone and not being on any social media granted me a certain type of freedom, but it also meant all my wrath and self-loathing were concentrated into one place. Alone in front of my laptop, I would make up for lost time. | Not having a smartphone and not being on any social media granted me a certain type of freedom, but it also meant all my wrath and self-loathing were concentrated into one place. Alone in front of my laptop, I would make up for lost time. |
| I was acting out. YouTube was my drug of choice. | I was acting out. YouTube was my drug of choice. |
| Strangely, when I was acting out with YouTube, I couldn’t watch anything I enjoyed. I couldn’t sit down and watch an hour-long documentary about winemaking or the pyramids of Giza. That was the truly pathological nature of it. I had to watch short clips, back to back to back to back, about absolutely nothing. Almost everything I watched in the grips of my YouTube habit didn’t improve my life in any way. It was the American History X moment over and over again: “Has anything you’ve done made your life better?” | Strangely, when I was acting out with YouTube, I couldn’t watch anything I enjoyed. I couldn’t sit down and watch an hour-long documentary about winemaking or the pyramids of Giza. That was the truly pathological nature of it. I had to watch short clips, back to back to back to back, about absolutely nothing. Almost everything I watched in the grips of my YouTube habit didn’t improve my life in any way. It was the American History X moment over and over again: “Has anything you’ve done made your life better?” |
| The ridiculousness of it all feels laughable. But maybe I laugh to keep from crying. Because if you take away the politics of the Women’s Tennis Association and fashioning knives from wrenches and elephants raising their trunks aloft to thank the men for saving their baby elephant from a ditch, what you’re left with is somebody alone in their flat, in the dark, willing unhappiness on themselves. In ignorance of the life going on outside the window they are walling themselves up against. In defiance of the light from the phone on the table beside them that is ringing and they won’t answer. | The ridiculousness of it all feels laughable. But maybe I laugh to keep from crying. Because if you take away the politics of the Women’s Tennis Association and fashioning knives from wrenches and elephants raising their trunks aloft to thank the men for saving their baby elephant from a ditch, what you’re left with is somebody alone in their flat, in the dark, willing unhappiness on themselves. In ignorance of the life going on outside the window they are walling themselves up against. In defiance of the light from the phone on the table beside them that is ringing and they won’t answer. |
| Some poisons go to work more slowly than others. They hide in plain sight all around us, masquerading as tools to make our lives more accessible, more comfortable, and more immediate. One day we wake up and they’ve wormed their way inside our minds, ossifying our imaginations, crowding our every moment. And before we know it, we can’t breathe without them. | Some poisons go to work more slowly than others. They hide in plain sight all around us, masquerading as tools to make our lives more accessible, more comfortable, and more immediate. One day we wake up and they’ve wormed their way inside our minds, ossifying our imaginations, crowding our every moment. And before we know it, we can’t breathe without them. |
| “I’ve got this,” we tell ourselves. But they’ve got us. | “I’ve got this,” we tell ourselves. But they’ve got us. |
| Wallace described the moment when we finally find ourselves alone and the dread that comes with that, that comes to us when we have to be quiet. When you walk into public spaces these days, there is always music playing. It seems significant that we don’t want things to be quiet any more, he said. And this is happening now more than ever, when the purpose of our lives is immediate gratification and getting things for ourselves. We are moving moving moving – all the time moving. | Wallace described the moment when we finally find ourselves alone and the dread that comes with that, that comes to us when we have to be quiet. When you walk into public spaces these days, there is always music playing. It seems significant that we don’t want things to be quiet any more, he said. And this is happening now more than ever, when the purpose of our lives is immediate gratification and getting things for ourselves. We are moving moving moving – all the time moving. |
| At the same time, there is another part of us that feels the opposite. That is hungry for silence and quiet and thinking very hard about the same thing for maybe half an hour or more, rather than just 30 seconds. Of standing and looking at the branches of a tree or listening to the birds singing. And this part of us doesn’t get fed. | At the same time, there is another part of us that feels the opposite. That is hungry for silence and quiet and thinking very hard about the same thing for maybe half an hour or more, rather than just 30 seconds. Of standing and looking at the branches of a tree or listening to the birds singing. And this part of us doesn’t get fed. |
| And this thing makes itself felt in our bodies, as a kind of dread, deep inside us. Every year it becomes more and more difficult to ask people to read a book or listen to a complex piece of music that takes work to understand. Because in computer and internet culture, everything is so fast. And the faster things go, the more we feed that part of ourselves that needs something immediate, that needs instant stimulation, and we don’t feed the part of ourselves that needs quiet. | And this thing makes itself felt in our bodies, as a kind of dread, deep inside us. Every year it becomes more and more difficult to ask people to read a book or listen to a complex piece of music that takes work to understand. Because in computer and internet culture, everything is so fast. And the faster things go, the more we feed that part of ourselves that needs something immediate, that needs instant stimulation, and we don’t feed the part of ourselves that needs quiet. |
| The part of us that can live in quiet. | The part of us that can live in quiet. |
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