Existential crises are far older than the AI boom, but I’d agree that capitalist parasites do like to take advantage of isolation and despair for their own gain.

Part of the “cure” (at least from my experience) is definitely touching grass and remembering that at the end of the day we’re a group of talking monkeys on a rock with a bunch of other living things and this line of thinking goes beyond what our little brains are meant to do. Abstract thought in excess short circuits us in a bad way.

It’s okay to chill out and dumb down a bit. We don’t owe anyone “meaning,” and enjoying life where you can, however small, is a balm.