Cowritten with my AI sidekick Andrew, aka ChatGPT.
There was a time—not too long ago—when I watched the news every day. I’m talking Trump inauguration to present-day political chaos level of commitment. Wake up? News. Eat? News. Exist? News. I was basically in a committed relationship with all those independent news guys on YouTube and emotional instability.
It wasn’t just about staying informed. No, no. This was war prep. I was scanning the headlines like I was the unofficial lookout for the next global collapse. Every day, I’d brace myself like: What fresh fascism will I see today? What freedom will get quietly shaved off while I’m trying to digest my egg, turkey and cheese breakfast salad? (Yeah, I’m trying to eat healthier lol)
But then… something shifted.
Maybe it was burnout. Maybe it was the creeping realization that doomscrolling isn’t a form of self-care (even if you do it in your mismatched PJ’s). Or maybe—it was Pedro Pascal.
Yes. Him.
Somewhere between my brother having me start watching The Last of Us (which, plot twist, is already a metaphor for how I felt emotionally) and Instagram’s creepy-algorithmic ability to know exactly what I need—I fell into a Pedro Pascal rabbit hole. And I’m not mad.
Suddenly my feed went from “Trump might destroy democracy” to “Pedro Pascal says he’s into submission.” And let me tell you something, I have never healed so fast. The whiplash? Therapeutic.
Now I wake up, open Instagram, and instead of prepping for political collapse, I’m greeted by Pedro whispering “YOUR PERFECT”, Pedro winking, Pedro saying things like “I’m your daddy” with that cheeky little smirk. It’s healing. It’s hot. It’s my new coping mechanism.
So if you’re like me—burned out by years of political chaos, teetering on the edge of another existential spiral—maybe the answer isn’t to delete your social media. Maybe it’s to re-curate your feed with thirst traps and emotionally supportive celebrities.
Pedro Pascal, you may not have fixed the world, but you’ve temporarily rerouted my nervous system.
And honestly? That’s more than I can say for most elected officials.
Let me be clear—I still care. Deeply. I still believe in staying informed, using my voice, and paying attention. But sometimes, when everything feels like it’s on fire and no one’s holding a hose, you have to take a step back to protect your peace.
Otherwise, you’re just screaming into the void with heart palpitations. So I’ve been on a little break. Not forever. Just long enough to breathe. Long enough to enjoy Pedro and daydreaming of him whispering “I’m into submission” to me.
Love, Loops.