Your feed knew you were sad before your friends did.

It noticed the slower scroll. The pause on certain posts. The late nights you were suddenly awake for, scrolling instead of sleeping. It adjusted what it showed you before a single person in your life thought to ask if you were okay.

That should unsettle us more than it does.

We built something that reads behavior better than the people who love us read our faces. Not because it cares about us. Because it's paying closer attention than most humans have time to give. Attention has quietly become the rarest thing we offer each other, and the algorithm has an endless supply of it, all of it aimed at one thing, keeping us there.

The people who actually love us are busy. Distracted. Living their own full lives alongside ours. They miss things sometimes. They forget to ask. They assume we're fine because we said we were, and they believe us because they have their own week to get through too. That's not a failure of love. That's just what it looks like to be loved by another human being, with all the limits that come with it.

The algorithm doesn't have those limits. It doesn't get tired, distracted, or busy with its own life. It was never trying to understand us the way a person tries to. It was only ever trying to predict us, closely enough to keep us watching. Understanding and prediction can look identical from the outside. They are not the same thing.

I think that's the real trade we've made without quite agreeing to it. Uncanny accuracy in exchange for none of the actual care. Something that knows exactly what we'll respond to next, and nothing about what we actually need. It can time a notification to catch us at our loneliest hour. It has never once asked how we're really doing and meant it.

Maybe the answer isn't rejecting the technology entirely. It's noticing when it's become the only thing paying us that kind of attention. Because the feed will always know what you want to see next.

It is never going to know what you actually need.

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