I found this opinion piece in the New York Times just a depressing observation of our generation:
The information is everywhere, a constant feed in our hands, in our pockets, on our desktops, our cars, even in the cloud. The data stream can’t be shut off. It pours into our lives a rising tide of words, facts, jokes, GIFs, gossip and commentary that threatens to drown us. Perhaps it is this fear of submersion that is behind this insistence that we’ve seen, we’ve read, we know. It’s a none-too-convincing assertion that we are still afloat. So here we are, desperately paddling, making observations about pop culture memes, because to admit that we’ve fallen behind, that we don’t know what anyone is talking about, that we have nothing to say about each passing blip on the screen, is to be dead.
We are so saturated with information that nobody really reads in depth prior to offering an opinion. I’m definitely guilty of this. I’m now finding out how to turn off this constant stream.
This is partly why I’ve switched back to reading physical books. At least when you’re tired of what you’re reading you can close it and put it down without it shouting notifications at you to “PLEASE READ ME NOW”.