HELP! TikTok Stole My Soul and Won’t Give It Back

by Slamara Cavendorsch – TikTok Death Day (TDD)

TikTok was banned for half a day. A single, measly 1/2 day. And then, in a flash, it was un-banned, working normally, and ready for me to consume content once more. But when I got into my “For You” page, something felt off. Something felt…different. I couldn’t quite put my finger on it, but I knew deep down that I wasn’t the same person I used to be.

First of all, my feed is weird. Instead of the usual conspiracy theories and unhealthy zoomer challenges, I started to see right-wing conspiracy theories and healthy zoomer challenges involving President Trump.

Like, I know I’m supposed to be a woke millennial and all, but this is taking it a little far.

I don’t know what to make of it all. It’s as if TikTok has somehow…stolen my soul and replaced it with one of those QAnon-loving, MAGA-hat wearing, Trump-worshipping nutjobs. I mean, I can still appreciate a good conspiracy theory, but this is different. This is…unnerving.

But as I sat there, scrolling through the endless sea of “Trump is Great” and “Kamala is a lizard person” content, I started to realize something. Maybe TikTok didn’t steal my soul at all. Maybe it just showed me who I really am deep down inside. Maybe it’s a reflection of my true self, unfiltered and raw.

And maybe that’s why it’s so unsettling. Because maybe I’m not the woke millennial I thought I was. Maybe I’m just another cog in the machine, another sheep in the herd, another brainwashed drone being fed lies and propaganda by the powers that be. And that realization is…terrifying.

But even if that’s true, there’s still a part of me that refuses to give up. A part of me that still clings to the hope that I can break free from this cycle, that I can find my true self again and reclaim my soul. And until then, I’ll keep scrolling, keep consuming, keep searching for that one video that will finally make sense of it all.

Because in the end, isn’t that what we’re all doing on TikTok anyway? Searching for meaning, searching for purpose, searching for a reason to keep going? And if TikTok is willing to give us that, even if it’s just for a moment, then maybe it’s not so bad after all.

Or maybe I’m just making excuses for the fact that I’ve become a slave to an app. Who knows? The truth is out there, waiting to be discovered, one TikTok video at a time.

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