But it actually is cool - and in 40 years you won't look back with regret that you spent your all your time in front of a bright screen beating your flacid chafed dick for the 5th time that Saturday afternoon while your wife has her bookclub downstairs and you want to listen to the moaning from the porn so you have headphones on but only one ear so you can hear if your kids come in from down the hall where you stuffed them in front of a tv / their own ipads with unfiltered access to whatever they want.

Or you won't regret getting drunk with your friends all the time and decades fly by while you look back and realize you never even "knew" your own kids, your own flesh and blood, and that this mistake is irreversible - you only had one shot and you missed, the finality of the GC hellscape that surrounds you with bright screens and toys that twist around your whole body like an anaconda strangling your soul with phones and ipad screens and streaming videos on social media that fill up spacetime and clog your brain and soul until any memory and human connection with your own children evaporate into nothingness, while GC pats you on the back and tells you it's okay you're on the right track.

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=3922599&forum_id=2#35635866)