Boban Inamorato :
There was a time when people had diaries.
The diary would hear about your breakfast, your stomach ache, your relationship problems, that weird rash on your elbow, and your deep thoughts about whether the neighbor’s cat was judging you.
The diary, being a professional, kept its mouth shut.
Today the diary has been replaced by a front-facing camera and an audience of strangers.
“Good morning guys. Just woke up. Here’s a detailed update on the condition of my left nostril.”
Five minutes later:
“Guys, a huge development. I have moved from the bedroom to the kitchen.”
Three minutes after that:
“Recipe reveal! Today I’m putting eggs in a pan. I know this is groundbreaking content, but please stay with me.”
Then comes the emergency briefing:
“Some of you have been asking why I used black pepper instead of white pepper.”
Nobody asked.
Not a single human being asked.
Yet somehow there is a forty-seven-minute explanatory video, complete with diagrams, emotional background music, and a statement from legal counsel.
By lunchtime we’re receiving live updates on digestion.
By dinner we’re getting a documentary series.
By bedtime there’s a reflective podcast called My Journey: Lessons Learned from a Sandwich.
The most astonishing part is the complete collapse of the ancient human instinct called embarrassment.
When I was young, if I had a pimple, I thought the entire world could see it from space.
Today people announce things that previous generations wouldn’t have confessed under torture.
“Hey guys, welcome back to the channel. Today I’ll be ranking my top five most disappointing bowel movements of 2026.”
Thousands of likes.
Sponsors appear.
A book deal follows.
At this rate, future historians won’t need archives.
They’ll know exactly what every citizen ate, thought, scratched, regretted, misplaced, sneezed, or accidentally sat on.
Archaeologists once dreamed of discovering lost civilizations.
Now they’ll discover a six-part video series called:
“Day 4,382 of My Personal Growth Journ
2026-06-16 08:03:45