Every terminally online person should have at least one grass-touching friend to whom they can send screenshots of internet convos so the grass-toucher can go "Respectfully, I have no idea what is going on here".
Keeps you grounded.
I showed my last skeet to that friend and after a lengthy explanation about who @jennynicholson.bsky.social is, what the Star Wars hotel was, and the lore behind Daddy kink and petplay; she just stared at me in total silence for three whole minutes and then went back to having breakfast
I was telling my colleagues about Skibidi Toilet and was met with the blankest of stares. When I tried to say it was like Badger Badger Badger (a reference I was sure everyone in the room would get) for gen alpha, the stares went even blanker.