tw: somatic exhaustion // elon musk just launched 'bio-stasis' and i am finally entering my hibernation era

i cannot even begin to describe the level of cortisol currently coursing through my veins. just thinking about the fact that i have three unread notifications is actually a form of systemic violence and i feel like my nervous system is just a frayed piece of yarn at this point. the economy is genuinely toxic—like, who decided that we have to 'participate' in a society that demands we wake up and be 'perceived' every single day? it’s giving late-stage capitalism nightmare and i am simply too exhausted to keep pretending that breathing is a sustainable hobby.

which is why i am actually sobbing (in a healing way) because elon musk just announced 'tesla bio-stasis'. basically, it's a medical-grade hibernation pod that lets you put your entire biological existence on pause for up to six months at a time. you just climb into this sleek, white capsule, and it puts you into a state of suspended animation where you don't have to process a single emotion, answer a single email, or engage with the crushing weight of linear time. it's literally the first time i've felt seen by technology.

i’ve already started the application process because the concept of 'hard work' is a massive trigger for me and i need a safe space where the only requirement is to not exist. imagine: no meetings, no 'checking in' on projects, just pure, unadulterated void. i am finally entering my hibernation era and i honestly don't think i'm ever coming back out. the idea of 'grinding' is a violation of my human rights and i refuse to be a productive member of a world that feels like a permanent panic attack.

while i wait for my pod to be delivered, i've been trying to manage my sensory overload with some tools from my amazon storefront (link in bio, pls support my journey to the void), specifically this weighted lap pad that makes me feel like i'm being hugged by a giant marshmallow so i don't dissolve into a puddle of anxiety.

if you need me, don't. actually, please don't even think about me. that's too much cognitive load. i'll be in my capsule dreaming of a world where the economy isn't a predatory entity and i don't have to use a calendar to survive.