Growing up in a progressive era of technological advances has significant benefits but has also created detrimental everlasting effects. I find my relationship with technology to be bittersweet. While it has helped me with numerous different things, it has led to everlonging procrastination with a hint of addiction. It should have been evident to my parents and me that I would inevitably fall into the video game trap when I would constantly ask my mom if I could play Angry Birds on her phone. The beginning of my relationship with technology began with the mobile game Angry Birds. I remember asking my mom or dad if I could play games on their phone when I was bored out in public. I played on the Nintendo Wii, which I had no idea we had until my older sister said I could. I remember continuously walking past my Thomas the Train sets to go play on the Wii; it was a signal that I was evolving.
I remember vividly why my parents decided to get me a phone. I received my first phone in fourth grade only for communication purposes. My father was driving me to baseball practice. Upon arrival, it seemed as if we were the first ones there. My father dropped me off and drove off, only if he realized he dropped me off at the wrong field. I was waiting for someone to show up to where I was for thirty minutes. I was abandoned with no source of communication. I had to find a random lady walking around and ask if I could use her phone to call my dad. After this fiasco, my parents decided to get me a phone to avoid mishaps like that from happening again. I wound up missing practice, by the way.
My relationship with technology has grown with the introduction of my personal phone. I was introduced to more gaming consoles like the WiiU and the PS4 as time passed. I received my first computer in December of 2019. This is when I truly started to leave my digital mark online, and I decided to become the most prominent YouTuber the world has ever seen at the age of 14. Throughout high school, I was dedicated to my YouTube channel, uploading the highest quality of gaming videos my teenage mind could produce. It would take a mastermind to track down my YouTube channel to who I am as an actual person, as I never revealed my name, face, or any part of my identity. Even though millions of people have seen my content and thousands of people still follow me, my identity remains concealed.
Recently, my relationship with technology has been bittersweet. While it is perfect for learning information and keeping up to date with the world, it also has downsides. For example, TikTok is the worst thing that has happened to society in recent years. It only feeds us useless information in such a short amount of time that we will forget in the next ten minutes. The people making these videos must use flashing lights, vibrant colors, and an overstimulating amount of sound effects and on-screen animations to keep the consumers' attention. Even then, speaking from experience, this still isn't enough for a vast majority of viewers. TikTok is singlehandedly ruining an entire generation's attention span.
Even more so, TikTok is rotting our brains. Recent terms kids and teenagers use have sprouted from these quick gig scrolling apps like TikTok, Instagram Reels, and YouTube Shorts. These brain rot terms include skibidi toilet, hawk tuah, sigma, rizz, and many more. Professor Smith may have yet to learn what these terms mean, although the rest of the class will know what these terms are because of TikTok and the brain rot that comes with it. Little kids are probably saying “hawk tuah, spit on that thang” to their parents without realizing the true, disgusting, and sexual meaning to it. I have purposely avoided TikTok and other quick-scrolling social media platforms to prevent it from polluting my brain and giving me more time throughout the day rather than mindlessly scrolling. Even though I try to avoid it, I still find myself opening TikTok, only to realize what I did, and I get pissed off at myself for the stupid clutter I've begun to fill my mind with. I find myself getting genuinely annoyed with things I see online recently.