Social media was supposed to bring us closer, help us learn, stay informed, and share laughs. But somewhere along the feed, the promise got hijacked. Now we’re bombarded with conspiracy theories, outrage bait, click wars, and filters so strong we forget what real faces look like. And that’s before breakfast.
This isn’t just another “put down your phone” guilt trip. This is a sharp, honest, sometimes darkly funny look at how the endless scroll is hijacking our focus, fragmenting our identity, and rewiring our brains in ways we’re only beginning to understand. It’s a digital trap disguised as entertainment. And it’s costing us far more than just time.
Inside this short, punchy read, you’ll
Why you can’t stop doomsday scrolling even when you know it’s wrecking your mood
How algorithms feed us rage, fear, and fakery—on purpose
The bizarre psychology of likes, shares, and going viral
How scrolling fuels comparison, burnout, and mental overload
Why “information overload” is just another form of distraction
A satirical peek at the absurdity we now call “normal”
Most how to begin taking your mind and your time back
Whether you’re an over-scroller, an accidental addict, or someone who’s simply overwhelmed by the noise, this book is your wake-up call.
Not with fear. Not with shame. But with clarity, truth, and maybe a well-placed laugh when you need it most.
Simon Edge read philosophy at Cambridge and had a long career as a newspaper journalist and critic. He is the author of five novels, mostly satirical comedies with a historical theme: The Hopkins Conundrum, a ‘tragic comedy’ based on the life of the poet Gerard Manley Hopkins; The Hurtle of Hell, an atheist comedy featuring God as one of the main characters; A Right Royal Face-Off, about the rivalry between the painters Thomas Gainsborough and Sir Joshua Reynolds, mixed with a satirical modern story; Anyone for Edmund?, a political satire about the discovery of England’s long-lost patron saint; and The End of the World is Flat, described by novelist Jane Harris as ‘Animal Farm for the era of gender lunacy, with jokes’. He lives in Suffolk.