My days have become between three and four hours longer.
 I no longer see multiple polls, every day, in which people designate Led Zeppelin, Pink Floyd, or Rush the greatest band of all time.
 No one talks about who should or shouldn’t be “centered.”
 I read more books.
 Random nobodies “calling out” and “holding ___ accountable” are no longer a part of my daily experience.
 I’ve almost forgotten that there are non-psychotic people who think that muons are conscious.
 J.K. Rowling has returned to being a writer of middling, popular juvenile fantasies about teen wizards and witches, rather than a phobic Nazi who wants to exterminate trans people.
 I no longer receive regular, public broadcasts about what someone’s wacky, genius, precocious, hilarious, virtuosic – did I say ‘wacky’? – progeny said at the dinner table yesterday.
 I haven’t heard a single thing about [or from] Jason Stanley.
 After reading for years about how “deeply,” “profoundly,” “literally,” “massively,” “seriously” people are X-ing, Y-ing, and Z-ing, adverbs have become more sparse in my daily interlocutions.
 The amount of smarm and snark in my day has plummeted to near-undetectable levels.
 I no longer see dysfunctional and personality-disordered people telling everyone else how they ought to behave.
 Days and weeks pass without a single thought of Elon Musk.
 Encounters with the following expressions have become rare occurrences: ‘Karen’; ‘Inclusion’; ‘Problematic’; ‘Privileged’; ‘Marginalized’; ‘Boomer’; ‘Zoomer’; ‘Equity’; ‘Diversity’; ‘Most Vulnerable’; ‘White Supremacy’; ‘Patriarchy’; ‘Harm’; ‘Canceled’. ‘__-phobic’.
 The number of fights I get into has dwindled to nearly zero.
 I am no longer told what is “trending” with regard to the Kardashians, Kanye West, Demi Lovato, Logan Paul and other such “celebrities” and “influencers.”
 I haven’t heard a single thing about [or from] Kate Manne.
 I no longer see philosophy professors and graduate students whingeing about how beleaguered and overworked they think they are [unless I visit Weinbergia or The Philosophers’ Cocoon].
 Much less of my time is spent with/on people who don’t matter in the slightest.
 I play more video games. [Compared to social media, this is time well spent.]
 My encounters with excitable, “social-justice” types have ceased almost entirely.
 I no longer have arguments with people who aren’t my peers but think they are.
 The overall amount of crazy/stupid that I see on a daily basis is a lot smaller.
 My ability to concentrate when writing or engaging in other activities requiring thought and creativity is much improved.
 My exposure to shameless promotion is limited to television commercials.
 The world I occupy is no longer one in which people “overshare” things about themselves.
 My life has become largely cant-free.
 A persistent sense of aggravation, lingering just at the borders of consciousness, has dissipated.
 Grown-ups presenting themselves as Anime characters are not something I see anymore.
 No longer captive to the momentary present [and the reactive mode that comes with it], I feel freer to devote myself fully to the writing I love the most: philosophical essays; literary autobiography; art and media criticism; and fiction.