I think about this a lot...

Retirement, the lie we all hope is true.

I just don't give a fuck anymore. My approach is nihilism. I do as much as I can (e.g. by donating, voting, not wasting ressources, avoiding factory farming, brightening peoples days), without inconveniencing myself too much. I am trying to be the best version of myself, but I'm also responsible for shit. If the latter happens to change, I will gladly try to use whatever influence I get for good. Until then, the world can kiss my ass.

Yep, where do I sign up? Lots of ways to make that better too, starting with not having the Zuck's version of digital life. Ideally with some form of physical freedom/sensory input, living+symbiotic systems.

For me though, it's less about being introverted (I am a homebody) and more that I exist in a place that I am not well suited to exist in (even less suited to leave)... plus it's sparse.

I might even talk to people more if I existed in a place and time that was at least a little better than mediocre.

Can I be meow cat?

I wouldn't mind having my living brain frozen and then being thawed out every few centuries by people that want to hear about the good old days when humanity lived above ground and not in the Antarctic. As long as they let me watch the latest episode of Gray's Anatomy.

Then maybe you haven't watched or read enough sci-fi, a scanned consciousness or a disembodied brain in a jar is like a common sci-fi trope about losing all agency and being at the mercy of evil people. I'd rather be dead than end up alive but with no agency and maybe no possibility of death. Read the short story Lena by Qntm or watch Pantheon TV show

Damn, they might even live to see the end of it too

Like zoomers wearing Nirvana t-shirts.

That's at night!

Joke's on you — you can't say "no" without having consciousness in the first place, so you must accept it first in order to reject it.

live a little.

You can't make me.