I Burned My Tongue and Blamed It on the Algorithm | Pixtox | Deepsikha Roy
At 7:00 AM yesterday, I adjusted my room temperature to a perfect 26 degrees and told myself it'd be a good day. At 8:00 AM, I burned my tongue on my espresso while scrolling past a post on protesting farmers. I quickly shared the post in my story and moved on to pick the newspaper that highlighted the world hunger index. As I sympathized with it briefly, I quickly grabbed by double egg toast and started my day. I called my friend on my way to work, and ranted about how the social media is filled with negativity and not worth the toll it takes on mental well-being. While I complained I couldn't ignore that I was complaining from a car seat, not a protest site. While at work, fetching a client even after following up for the fifth time seemed hopeless, my manager relieved me by giving examples of harder things people do around the world. With silent guilt, I hit the send on a mail that ended with: "Hope this doesn't get lost. looking forward to hearing from you s...