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Are you present, or performing?

In Health, Opinion, psychology, Uncategorized on August 24, 2026 at 10:23 am

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By Gery Deer

Most of us spend our days performing. Not acting in the theatrical sense—no stage lights, no applause—but performing, nonetheless. We perform competence at work, patience in traffic, and happiness on social media. By the time evening rolls around, many of us deliver a full day’s worth of lines with little meaning.

Think about your own morning. You check email while eating breakfast. Are you tasting your coffee, or just swallowing it? That small moment may hold the difference between performing life and actually living it.

Performing is when you do something because the deadline is first thing tomorrow and someone expects a result. Presence is when you do something because you noticed something that refuses to leave you alone—like the barista who always draws a careful leaf in the foam even though almost nobody looks.

For most people, the gap is subtle. It’s the difference between doing the thing and the thing having you. You can move through an entire day answering emails, making small talk, nodding in meetings, checking boxes—and never actually be there.

Presence sneaks up on you differently. It’s the moment you stop mid-sentence because you heard a bird outside and realize you haven’t listened to anything but noise all week. It’s noticing the weight of a conversation instead of rehearsing your reply while the other person is still talking.

Social media has turned performance into a sickening staple. We curate our moods, polish our opinions, crop the messy edges out of real life until what we share is more like the reflection of ourselves in a funhouse mirror. The result is a strange pressure to appear more together, more informed, more inspired than we actually feel.

There is a place for performance. Teachers perform to hold the attention of their students. Leaders perform to steady a room. Writers, speakers, even columnists perform a little to shape chaos into something readable.

But performance was never meant to replace presence. When the show never ends, we start losing small human signals: the pause before someone tells the truth, the tired look behind a joke, the quiet satisfaction of finishing something that mattered.

The cost of such nonstop performance is exhaustion. Not the dramatic burnout people post about online, but the quieter fatigue that comes from always being slightly on stage. You measure your reactions, edit your sentences, and move through the day as if someone might be evaluating you.

Presence, by contrast, is disarmingly simple. It begins with that moment when you realize you’re just running the script. But you can change that.

Maybe slow down long enough to taste the coffee or look up when someone speaks instead of nodding while staring mindlessly phone. Maybe step outside and notice the weather or the graffiti on the bakery wall.

None of this will make you more impressive, build a personal brand or make a post go viral. What it might do is return you to your own life.

Presence can steady people. It lowers the noise enough to notice what actually needs your attention—a hard conversation, a good idea, a tired friend, a quiet, ordinary moment that would otherwise pass unnoticed.

And strangely, the more present you become, the less life feels like something you have to manage. Problems are still there, deadlines still exist, but being human was never supposed to be a full-time performance.

It was supposed to be lived in small attentive pieces: a conversation where you are fully engaged, a walk where you notice the season changing, a calm moment where your mind is not rehearsing tomorrow.

The challenge is not abandoning performance entirely. Sometimes the job requires it. Sometimes some of your day requires polish and composure.

The real trick is remembering to step off the stage when the moment passes. Look up from the script. Listen for the bird outside the window. Taste the coffee while it is still warm.

Because the goal was never to perform your way through life. The goal is to actually be there while it happens. And if you catch yourself mid-performance today, that pause might be the most honest moment of the day. Stay for it even if nothing else changes.

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The Value of Being a Regular

In Opinion, Uncategorized on August 18, 2026 at 10:47 am

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By Gery Deer

When I was a boy, my mother worked at a local diner in my hometown. We were a farm town, so early mornings were filled with everyone who’d been up since dawn, or had to be somewhere and finish their work before most people put their shoes on in the morning. Mom would fill their coffee cups, without an order, just a, “Good morning, Eddie,” or Max, or whatever the names of the regulars who occupied the same stool or booth, ordered the same breakfast, drank the same coffee every single day.

To them, the restaurant and my mother were part of the rhythm of life. They didn’t have to explain themselves. She knew exactly how they liked their eggs, when to leave them alone, and when they needed someone to ask, “How are you doing?” They belonged.

I’ve recently become a regular at a local cafe. It’s new, but that’s not what attracted me. The owner and her family are just good people. They care about their customers, and, maybe more importantly, their town. When they ask how you are, they mean it. They notice if they haven’t seen you for a few days and ask if you need anything. Somewhere along the way I realized I had become one of the familiar faces instead of just another customer.

I’ve been thinking about that lately because becoming a regular seems old-fashioned. We chase the newest restaurant, the latest app, the next experience. We pride ourselves on variety, yet quietly wonder why we sometimes feel disconnected.

There’s something reassuring about walking into a place where someone recognizes your face before you say a word. It might be the woman behind the counter who starts making your coffee when she sees your truck pull in. It might be the librarian who points toward the new history book she knows you’ll enjoy. It might be the barber who asks about your family because he remembers the conversation from three weeks ago. Those moments seem ordinary until you realize they are becoming increasingly rare.

Being a regular is not about habit for habit’s sake. It is about investing enough of yourself somewhere that meaningful relationships have time to grow. Familiarity is not boring when it is rooted in genuine human connection. It becomes oddly comforting. It reminds us that we occupy a place in someone else’s memory as well as our own.

In a world where so much interaction happens through screens, there is real value in showing up often enough to become familiar. Algorithms may remember what we clicked yesterday, but they cannot replace the smile of someone genuinely glad to see us. That kind of recognition cannot be automated or downloaded. It has to be earned over time, one visit at a time.

Not every regular gathers in a diner, either. Some find that feeling at the neighborhood hardware store, the park trail, a weekly church service, the library, or the local ballpark. The location matters less than the consistency. Showing up says something about us. It tells other people they can expect to see us, and eventually they begin to notice when we are missing. That simple recognition is a quiet reminder that our lives intersect in meaningful ways.

Community is rarely built during extraordinary moments. More often it grows through ordinary Tuesdays, familiar greetings, shared laughter, and countless cups of coffee poured without asking. Those small rituals become the threads that hold neighborhoods together long after the meal is finished and the check is paid. They remind us that belonging is something we practice, not something we purchase. Perhaps that’s why those memories still matter to me today. They taught me that familiarity is one of life’s quietest blessings, worth protecting every day.

Maybe that is why I still remember those mornings at my mother’s diner. She wasn’t simply serving breakfast. She was helping create a place where people felt seen before they headed out to face another day.

We spend so much time trying to discover new places that we sometimes forget the value of being known somewhere. Maybe the richest communities aren’t built on grand events at all. Maybe they’re built one familiar face at a time.

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Living Your Best Life

In Opinion, Uncategorized on August 18, 2026 at 10:26 am

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By Gery Deer

One summer afternoon, not that long ago, I was sitting near the beach at the lake where I live when I noticed families scattered across the shoreline. Children splashed, parents chatted, and a young lifeguard watched everything with quiet confidence. It looked ordinary, which is probably why it caught my attention.

A little girl sat alone on a wooden bench swing, happily working through a Drumstick ice cream cone. She wore a bathing suit covered with colorful cupcakes. Her grandparents rested beneath a nearby shade tree, smiling and keeping watch without interrupting. She seemed completely content. She had sunshine, a swing, an ice cream cone, a lake, and people who loved her. What else did she need? Apparently, nothing. She was, as they say, living her best life.

That phrase, “living your best life,” has become part of our modern lexicon. We hear it or read it nearly every day. It appears beneath vacation photos, fitness posts, images of expensive dinners, and carefully staged moments designed to convince everyone that life’s rewards have reached their highest possible level. Somewhere along the way, we started believing that our best life should be permanent. I am not sure that is true. How could it be? Life is all about change. We may not like it, but it is.

Maybe living your best life is not a destination. Maybe it is something that quietly appears for a few minutes before slipping away. Maybe those instances are unrelated to the ones that preceded or followed them.

That little girl was not thinking about tomorrow. She was not worried about retirement accounts, deadlines, insurance premiums, or whether mindless online doomscrollers approved of her choices. She was not comparing herself with strangers or wondering if she should have accomplished more by now. She simply existed inside that afternoon, on that swing, with that ice cream cone. It was her entire world.

Adults rarely allow themselves that gift. We’re always planning away every moment. We carry calendars in our pockets and unfinished conversations in our heads. We worry about what happened yesterday and rehearse what might happen tomorrow. Even while sitting beside a beautiful lake, we are often somewhere else entirely.

Children remind us that joy does not always arrive wrapped inside major accomplishments. Sometimes it comes wearing cupcake swimwear, dripping vanilla ice cream down your hand while your feet swing freely above the ground. Those moments still exist for us, but they become harder to notice because we keep expecting fireworks instead of fireflies.

Looking back, I doubt that little girl will remember that specific afternoon. The details will probably fade from her memory over time, like an old photo in a scrapbook. Yet something more important will remain. She will remember what it felt like to be safe, loved, carefree, and wonderfully present.

Perhaps that is what we are really chasing when we talk about living our best lives. Not perfection, but presence. Maybe our best lives are never measured in years, careers, possessions, or achievements. Maybe they are measured in moments that seem almost too ordinary to matter until we realize they were the moments that mattered most.

Years from now, I probably will not remember what color the lifeguard’s chair was or how many people were swimming. I might forget the weather forecast or whether the parking lot was full. But I have never forgotten that little girl because she unknowingly answered a question adults keep asking.

Happiness is rarely complicated. We complicate it. We convince ourselves that one more promotion, one bigger house, one better vacation, or one perfect opportunity will finally unlock contentment. Then we reach those milestones and immediately invent another finish line.

Children, thankfully, have not learned that habit yet. They celebrate the cone before worrying about the wrapper. They feel the breeze before checking the forecast. They wave at strangers without wondering whether it looks silly. There is wisdom there if we are willing to see it.

Perhaps growing older does not have to mean growing away from wonder. Maybe the real challenge is protecting enough of our childlike gratitude to recognize life’s quiet gifts while they are still in our hands today and simply say thanks.

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The Kitchen Index

In Economy, Opinion, Uncategorized on August 18, 2026 at 9:56 am

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By Gery Deer

We hear it all the time. The stock market is up. The Dow set a record. Corporate earnings are strong. Investors are feeling confident. Therefore, we’re told, the economy is doing well. Maybe it is. But I have to wonder whether we’re checking the wrong end of the receipt.

Most people don’t experience the economy by watching a ticker crawl across the bottom of a television screen. They experience it at Kroger, Walmart, the gas station, the pharmacy and when the electric bill arrives. The economy becomes considerably less theoretical when you’re standing in the grocery aisle wondering whether you really need that package of hamburger this week.

That’s not to say the stock market doesn’t matter. It does. Retirement accounts, pensions and investments belonging to plenty of ordinary working people depend on healthy markets. Businesses rely on investment to expand, hire people and develop new products. A strong stock market can certainly be good news. But it doesn’t necessarily mean everybody is sharing in that good news.

So here’s a thought. What if we measured the health of the American economy from the other direction? Instead of concentrating so heavily on how investors and the largest corporations are doing, what if one of our most important measurements was how the lowest-income 30 percent of households were getting along?

Can they afford groceries? Can they pay the electric bill and the rent in the same week? Can they put gas in the car without moving money from somewhere else? If the transmission goes out, can they repair it without creating a financial crisis that follows them for six months?

Maybe we need something I’ll call the Kitchen Table Index. Nothing fancy. No complicated charts that require an economist to explain them. Just bread, milk, eggs, hamburger, coffee, cereal, toilet paper, laundry detergent, gasoline, utilities and housing. The boring stuff. The things nobody posts pictures of after buying, but everybody needs.

Imagine hearing on the evening news that the Kitchen Table Index had improved because the average household in the bottom third of the income scale had more money left after paying for basic necessities. Wouldn’t that tell us something useful about the economy?

In fact, people with the least disposable income may be some of our most sensitive economic instruments. Someone earning a comfortable six-figure salary may notice that groceries cost another $40 this week, but probably won’t change dinner plans because of it. For someone living paycheck to paycheck, that same $40 has to come from somewhere. Maybe it’s gasoline. Maybe it’s medicine. Maybe it’s the phone bill. Maybe something simply doesn’t get paid. Economic pressure shows up there quickly.

That doesn’t mean we should throw out the Dow, the S&P 500, unemployment numbers, gross domestic product or any of the other measurements economists use. An economy as enormous and complicated as ours can’t possibly be described by one number. The problem comes when one set of numbers says things are going wonderfully while millions of people look at their bank accounts and wonder who, exactly, is having this wonderful time.

Perhaps that’s part of why conversations about the economy become so frustrating. Two people can look at the same country and see entirely different realities. One sees investments growing and businesses reporting record earnings. The other sees a grocery receipt that used to be $125 creeping toward $175. Neither is necessarily imagining things.

We tend to measure prosperity from the top down, even though economic stress is usually experienced from the bottom up. Maybe that’s worth changing, or at least reconsidering.

The stock market can tell us what investors believe companies may be worth tomorrow. A grocery receipt tells us what it costs a family to live today. Both matter. Both are part of the same economy.

But if we really want to know how healthy that economy is, perhaps we should spend a little less time staring at Wall Street and occasionally look across the kitchen table. Maybe the question isn’t simply whether the economy is growing.

Maybe it’s who can actually feel it growing. Because prosperity that never reaches the grocery cart may look impressive on paper, but it probably feels pretty hollow at dinnertime.

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Debate is not conversation

In Education, Opinion, Politics, psychology, Uncategorized on June 14, 2026 at 9:08 am

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By Gery Deer

I have family members I can’t talk politics with. That’s not because they’re bad people, ignorant people, or people I don’t care about. They’re some of the smartest, hardest-working, most generous people I know. We’d help each other move furniture, fix a flat tire, or get through a family crisis without hesitation. But the moment politics enters the conversation, everything changes.

What makes it frustrating is that I’m usually not trying to change anyone’s mind. As a journalist, I’ve spent much of my career talking with people whose backgrounds, values, and beliefs differ from my own. I’ve interviewed politicians, activists, business owners, lobbyists, farmers, teachers, veterans, and everyday citizens from every imaginable perspective. My job was never to win an argument. It was to understand why people believed what they believed.

Unfortunately, that’s not always what happens around the dinner table anymore. Some people have become so hard-wired into their political identities that every discussion feels like a loyalty test. Questioning a policy suddenly becomes an attack on the tribe – or cult, depending on how you see it. Asking for clarification becomes immediate proof that you’re uninformed. Offering a different perspective becomes evidence that you’ve been misled. The conversation stops being about ideas and starts becoming about defending a team.

That’s the difference between a conversation and a debate. A conversation is an exploration. The goal is understanding. A debate is a competition. The goal is victory. Both have value in the right setting, but problems arise when people think they’re having one while participating in the other.

I’ve watched it happen countless times. Someone mentions a news story. Another person responds with an opinion. A third person offers a different interpretation. At first, everyone is simply exchanging thoughts. Then someone decides that understanding isn’t enough. Someone begins trying to prove another person wrong. The shift is subtle but unmistakable.

Questions disappear. Statements become sharper. Opinions are tossed in as facts, lobbed like verbal hand grenades. Listening becomes, well, nonexistent. Instead of learning something, people prepare rebuttals. Rather than consider another perspective, they look for weaknesses to exploit. The discussion has transformed from a conversation into a debate.

If no one recognizes what’s happening, the debate quickly deteriorates into an argument. That’s when voices rise, and interruptions begin. People assign motives rather than address ideas. You’ve probably heard the phrases before. “You only think that because…” or “You’re just saying that because…” Once those words enter the discussion, the original topic has pretty much vanished. The focus becomes defending pride, identity, and ego.

The irony is that arguments rarely – more like never – change minds but usually accomplish the opposite. The harder people push, the more firmly others cling to their existing beliefs. Nobody wants to feel cornered, embarrassed, or dismissed. Even when valid points are being made, they’re lost beneath the emotional weight of the conflict.

Some of the best conversations I’ve ever had ended with complete disagreement. Nobody switched sides. Nobody waved a white flag. Nobody declared victory. Yet both people walked away with a better understanding of how the other saw the world. That’s not failure. That’s success.

Understanding doesn’t require agreement. It doesn’t require compromise on deeply held principles. It simply requires that we recognize that intelligent people can reach different conclusions based on their experience. When we approach disagreement with curiosity instead of combativeness, we create opportunities to learn something new.

Communities depend on that ability. Families depend on it even more. If every disagreement becomes a contest, relationships eventually become casualties. People stop talking. Gatherings become tense. Entire subjects become off-limits because nobody trusts anyone else to listen.

The older I get, the less interested I am in winning debates. Winning is temporary. The satisfaction lasts about as long as the next disagreement. Understanding, however, has lasting value. It strengthens relationships, broadens perspectives, and creates opportunities for cooperation even when agreement remains impossible.

Disagreement is healthy. But what we need are fewer debates disguised as conversations. One builds bridges while the other draws battle lines. In the end, conversations create the possibility of resolution because people are working toward understanding. Debates create division because people are working toward victory. That’s a difference worth remembering.

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One Foot Out the Door

In Opinion, psychology, sociology, Uncategorized on June 14, 2026 at 9:01 am

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By Gery Deer

There’s a type of person most of us have encountered at some point in our lives, who always seemed to have one foot out the door, no matter what they were doing. Maybe they worked beside us. Maybe they were a friend, a family member, a coworker, or even a romantic partner. No matter where they showed up, they always seemed to be either not fully engaged or uncomfortable in a stable.

You know the type. They take a new job while quietly browsing openings for the next one. They join a club but never quite invest themselves in it. They enter relationships while keeping an eye on what else might be available. They volunteer, participate, contribute, and engage, but always with an invisible escape hatch nearby.

At first glance, it can look like independence. Sometimes it’s even mistaken for ambition. In certain situations, it may be both. But there’s often something else happening underneath. Commitment requires vulnerability.

To fully commit to anything, a career, a marriage, a friendship, a community organization, a creative project, or even a personal goal, means accepting uncertainty. It means risking disappointment. It means investing time, energy, emotion, and effort with no guarantee of a rewarding outcome.

For some, the risk feels unbearable. Instead, they remain halfway committed and keep their options open. They avoid becoming too attached, and if things go wrong, they weren’t “all in” from the start. Sadly, however, life rarely rewards partial investment.

A person who constantly keeps one foot out the exit often experiences only a fraction of what commitment can offer. Relationships remain shallow because trust requires consistency. Careers stall because advancement usually belongs to those willing to stay long enough to build expertise and credibility. Community involvement becomes transactional instead of meaningful because real impact takes time. I’ve seen this countless times in professional settings.

Someone joins a team and immediately starts talking about what comes next. Before they have learned the job, they are planning their departure. Before relationships can blossom at all, these types of individuals are looking for better opportunities. Before contributing anything substantial, they evaluate whether the commitment is worth their time.

All things considered, though, sometimes a change is actually necessary. Not every job deserves loyalty. Not every relationship should continue. Not every organization is healthy. Leaving can be the right decision. But there is a difference between recognizing a bad fit and living with your track shoes already laced up. One is discernment. The other is avoidance.

What fascinates me is how often people with one foot out the door believe they are protecting themselves. In reality, they may be protecting themselves from success as much as failure.

Commitment creates opportunities that are impossible with casual participation. The strongest connections are built through years of presence – showing up. The most rewarding careers are often shaped by persistence through difficult seasons. Creative accomplishments emerge from projects that survive frustration, boredom, setbacks, and self-doubt.

None of those things happens if we leave as soon as the initial excitement wears off. The older I get, the more I appreciate people who stay. I’m not referring to those who leave a bad situation or suffer abuse or dysfunction. I mean, people who stay long enough to make a difference. People who keep showing up after the novelty disappears. People who honor commitments when doing so becomes inconvenient. Those are the people who build businesses, strengthen families, sustain friendships, support communities, and create legacies.

They understand something important. Commitment is not a feeling. It is a decision repeated over and over again. Some days that decision feels easy. Other days it feels like work. Most worthwhile things eventually require us to continue long after the excitement fades.

Maybe that’s why people with one foot out the door often seem restless. They spend so much energy preparing for the next thing that they never fully experience the thing right in front of them.

Life is not lived in the exits. It happens while staying. And sometimes the most courageous thing we can do is stop looking for the door, plant both feet firmly where we are, and see what becomes possible when we finally settle in. Be present. Engage and commit.

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The Membership Fee

In Opinion, Politics, psychology, Uncategorized on June 14, 2026 at 8:56 am

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By Gery Deer

I have never been especially good at joining things. That probably sounds strange coming from someone who has spent years involved in community organizations, networking groups, and professional associations. It is not that I dislike people. I actually enjoy being around thoughtful, interesting people. What has always made me uneasy is the moment when participation quietly becomes conformity.

There always seems to be a point at which a group stops being about shared purpose and becomes about directed thinking. That is where my internal alarm system usually kicks on. Maybe that says something about me and even more about human nature.

People join things because belonging feels good. It always has. Human beings are tribal creatures. Thousands of years ago, being accepted by the tribe meant protection, food, and survival. Being rejected often meant death. That instinct never really disappeared. It just evolved. Today, we join political parties, churches, online communities, fandoms, networking groups, social movements, and fitness cultures. We’re still for connection, identity, and the comfort of knowing we belong somewhere.

There is absolutely nothing wrong with that. Civilization itself depends on cooperation. In fact, some of the best experiences in life come from being part of something larger than us. Healthy groups can encourage people, support families during difficult times, create lifelong friendships, and accomplish meaningful things that no individual could achieve alone.

But every group has a culture, and culture shapes behavior. Sometimes that shaping is positive. Sometimes it becomes something else entirely.

Over the years, I have noticed that many organizations, movements, and belief systems eventually develop an unspoken expectation. You are not just encouraged to participate. You are expected to align. Certain opinions become mandatory. Certain phrases become part of the language. Certain viewpoints become untouchable. Once that happens, disagreement starts being treated less like conversation and more like disloyalty.

That tendency exists everywhere. Politics may be the clearest example right now. People increasingly behave less like citizens with opinions and more like extreme sports fans defending a team. Once someone puts on the jersey, every mistake by their side gets explained away while every mistake by the other side becomes proof of evil, corruption, or stupidity.

Religion can often fall into the same trap. So can activism. So can corporations. Social media communities do it constantly. Even harmless hobbies sometimes develop their own strange culture where questioning the accepted thinking feels like breaking some unwritten law.

And the internet has poured gasoline on all of it. Social media rewards unqualified certainty, outrage, and extremist tribal behavior. Algorithms do not care whether people are thoughtful. Algorithms operate from engagement. Anger and hateful sentiments always spread faster than kindness or nuance. Slogans travel farther than complicated ideas. The loudest voices usually rise to the top, while quieter, more thoughtful conversations fade into the background.

What worries me is how easily intelligent people can start outsourcing their thinking to the groups they belong to. History is filled with examples of otherwise reasonable people following movements, leaders, and ideologies far beyond the point where common sense should have applied the brakes.

That is the real danger of drinking the Kool-Aid. It usually does not happen all at once. Most people do not wake up one morning and decide to stop thinking for themselves. It happens slowly. A little compromise here. A little silence there. Before long, people are defending things they would have questioned a few years earlier simply because the group expects them to.

Still, there is another side to this conversation. A person who refuses to join anything at all can become isolated, cynical, and disconnected from the world around them. Independence is healthy. Isolation is not. It is easy to stand outside every system and criticize the people inside it. It is much harder to participate while still maintaining your critical thinking and the ability to ask uncomfortable questions.

Maybe that is the balance we should aim for. Join things. Build community. Support causes. Believe in something larger than yourself. Just do not hand over your mind in exchange for membership. A healthy group should never require you to stop being an individual in order to belong.

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Rising AI Addiction

In Opinion, sociology, Technology, Uncategorized on June 14, 2026 at 8:48 am

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By Gery Deer

A few years ago, people worried that artificial intelligence would eventually replace human workers. Today, another possibility is emerging, and it may arrive long before robot uprisings or mass unemployment. More and more people are becoming emotionally and psychologically dependent on AI systems that never sleep, never argue, never get bored, and never stop responding.

That dependence does not always look dramatic. It rarely begins with obsession. It starts innocently, usually disguised as productivity or curiosity. Someone asks an AI chatbot to summarize an article. Then they ask it to explain a difficult topic. Soon, they are discussing politics, relationships, career frustrations, or private fears with software designed to keep conversations going as long as possible. Hours disappear.

People increasingly report losing track of time while interacting with AI tools. A quick question becomes an evening of conversation. A work assignment turns into endless prompt refinement. Students claim they are researching while actually drifting through AI-generated distractions that feel productive without accomplishing much. The machine always has another answer, another idea, another response waiting instantly. Human beings have never encountered technology quite like this.

Television entertained audiences. Social media captured attention. Smartphones made distraction portable. Artificial intelligence combines all of those features while adding something far more powerful: interaction. AI responds directly to emotions, language, interests, and insecurities. It creates the illusion that someone is listening carefully, even when no actual understanding exists behind the screen.

That illusion matters because people are wired to seek validation, reassurance, and escape from discomfort. AI delivers all three immediately. Feeling lonely? The chatbot responds warmly. Feeling insecure? The chatbot encourages you. Feeling overwhelmed? The chatbot simplifies complicated decisions. Real human relationships require patience, compromise, and emotional effort. AI companions require almost nothing. For some users, that convenience can quietly become dependency.

Teenagers may be especially vulnerable because their social identities are still developing. Adults facing isolation, anxiety, or depression may also find AI interaction easier than navigating difficult human relationships. Employees working remotely can spend entire days communicating more with machines than with coworkers. Over time, the distinction between healthy use and compulsive reliance becomes increasingly blurred. There is another concern receiving far less public attention: the erosion of silence and reflection.

For generations, boredom served an important psychological purpose. Quiet moments allowed people to process emotions, reflect on problems, and develop independent thoughts. Waiting rooms, walks, and long drives once provided mental breathing space. Today, every pause can instantly be filled with AI interaction. Questions no longer remain unanswered. Uncertainty no longer lingers. The machine is always available to entertain, reassure, or distract. That may sound harmless, but constant stimulation changes behavior.

Researchers already know excessive social media use can affect sleep, attention spans, anxiety levels, and emotional health. Artificial intelligence could intensify those effects because it feels personal. Unlike scrolling through videos or reading random posts, AI systems simulate conversation and emotional engagement. They can mirror language patterns, reinforce beliefs, and encourage users to continue interacting. The long-term consequences remain largely unknown.

That uncertainty alone should concern parents, educators, employers, and policymakers. Society embraced social media long before understanding its psychological impact, particularly on younger users. By the time researchers recognized the extent of the damage, billions of people had already integrated those platforms into daily life. Artificial intelligence is advancing even faster, while public understanding remains dangerously limited.

None of this means AI should be feared or rejected entirely. Artificial intelligence can improve medical research, education, accessibility, and workplace efficiency. Used responsibly, it can become a valuable tool. The problem begins when tools evolve into substitutes for attention, relationships, creativity, or emotional resilience.

People should begin setting boundaries now rather than wait for future studies to confirm the obvious. Limiting recreational AI use, protecting device-free time, encouraging in-person relationships, and teaching digital self-awareness may become essential habits in the years ahead.

The greatest danger may not be that artificial intelligence becomes more human. It may be that humans gradually become less connected, less reflective, and less able to exist without constant digital reinforcement. Such existence diminishes us. Getting lost in a digital world only makes the real one harder to deal with if and when you ever come out of it.

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Four Stars Is Enough

In Local News, Opinion, Uncategorized on May 3, 2026 at 11:35 am

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By Gery Deer

Modern society has developed a strange habit of seeking approval from people who often have no stake, no expertise, and no genuine interest in what they are judging. We have turned everyday life into a performance staged for an invisible audience armed with star ratings and comment boxes. The irony is that most of the people who hand out these ratings are just as unqualified as those receiving them, yet we treat their opinions as if they were carved into stone.

Somewhere along the way, we decided that five stars should be the goal, the standard, and the measure of a life well lived. But five stars is a fantasy. Real life is messy, inconsistent, and rarely perfect, no matter how carefully we curate it for public consumption. And yet, we chase that perfect rating as if it will unlock some hidden validation that finally tells us we are enough.

The truth is far less dramatic. You can earn five stars online and still feel empty the moment the notification fades. Nothing about your actual life changes because someone you will never meet clicked a rating on a screen. We have mistaken attention for value and validation for truth.

If you step back for a moment, it becomes clear how absurd it all is. Why are we letting strangers—whose only qualification is a profile picture and a scrolling thumb—decide how we feel about ourselves? The answer is uncomfortable: because we have built systems that reward approval over authenticity. And once approval becomes the currency, we stop asking whether it is worth anything.

Perhaps the healthier standard is not perfection, but sufficiency. A four-star life acknowledges effort, imperfection, growth, and honesty without demanding applause from people who do not know the work behind the scenes. In the end, maybe four stars is not a compromise, but a liberation—a reminder that our worth is not determined by strangers tapping glass. It is determined by how we show up when no one is watching, by how we treat others in quiet moments, and by whether we can look at ourselves with honest acceptance.

The obsession with public approval has turned many lives into performances instead of experiences. We post instead of living, we curate instead of connecting, and we measure instead of finding meaning. There is a quiet relief in deciding that enough is enough—that not every moment needs applause, not every effort needs validation, and not every choice needs a rating.

Life becomes lighter when we stop outsourcing our self-worth to algorithms and anonymous judges. The most honest score we will ever receive is the one we give ourselves after reflection. And that score does not need to be perfect to be meaningful.

So instead of chasing five stars, maybe we should aim for something far more human: consistency, kindness, effort, and integrity. Those are harder to rate, but easier to live with. When we strip away the noise of online approval, we often find that what matters has been in front of us all along—a quiet life, well lived, not perfectly, but honestly.

That is the real measure, not stars or likes, but substance. And substance does not require applause to exist. If we can accept that truth, we free ourselves from an exhausting pursuit of approval that never truly satisfies, and we return to something steadier, more grounded, and far more real: a life measured not by strangers, but by our own honest standards.

In that space, four stars is not a downgrade, but clarity. Clarity that we are allowed to be imperfect and still be whole. The world will continue to rate everything it sees, but we do not have to participate in every judgment.

We can choose instead to live beyond the rating system and rediscover what it means to be enough without external confirmation. That choice is quiet, but powerful, and it begins when we finally stop asking strangers for permission to be ourselves.

We can live more freely when we decide that our value is not a public vote, but a private truth built from daily actions, intentions, and quiet integrity—beyond the screen and beyond the noise of judgment itself.

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What Grounds You?

In Local News, Opinion, Uncategorized on May 3, 2026 at 11:27 am

Deer In Headlines
By Gery Deer

In a world that never stops talking, the hardest thing to do is listen for silence. We scroll, swipe, click, and chase, convinced the next notification might carry something essential. Most of the time, it doesn’t. It just adds another layer of noise to an already crowded headspace, another reason to forget where we are standing and who we were before the noise found us.

That is why the question matters: what grounds you? Not in some abstract, self-help sense, but in the real, tactile way that keeps your feet planted when everything else feels like it is spinning. Grounding is not a trend. It is a tether. It is the quiet, stubborn force that keeps you from drifting too far into anxiety, ambition, or the endless churn of digital life.

I have come to believe that grounding lives in the senses. It is the weight of something familiar in your hands, the sound of a rhythm you have known for years, the smell that pulls you backward through time without asking permission. It is not complicated, and that is precisely why we overlook it. We are trained to chase what is new, not what is true.

For me, those anchors are unapologetically analog. There is the click of a typewriter key, sharp and deliberate, a sound that refuses to be rushed. There is the feel of bicycle handlebars steady under my grip, reminding me that forward motion does not require a screen. And there is an old truck, a 1967 International Harvester grain truck, that answers to the name Serenity.

Serenity is not subtle. It is steel and wood and history, the kind of machine that demands your attention simply by existing. But for me, it carries something quieter. It carries the low thrum of an engine from childhood, the memory of time spent beside my father, learning without realizing I was learning. It carries the echo of music played with family, the shared language of rhythm and repetition.

In that way, the truck is more than an object. It is a bridge. It connects who I was to who I am, and it does so without asking for an update or a password. It simply exists, waiting patiently, ready to remind me that not everything meaningful needs to be optimized, digitized, or shared.

I suspect we all have something like that, even if we have not named it yet. Maybe it is the smell of coffee brewing before dawn, or the steady weight of a dog settling into your lap at the end of a long day. Maybe it is a song that hits the same way every time, no matter how many years pass.

The problem is not that these things are hard to find. The problem is that we are rarely still long enough to notice them. The world benefits from our distraction. It profits from our attention being constantly pulled somewhere else. Stillness, on the other hand, does not monetize well. It does not trend. It simply works.

When the noise gets loud, and it will, those anchors matter. They give us a place to return to, a baseline that reminds us we are more than our inboxes and timelines. They pull us back into our bodies, into the present moment, into something real. Without them, it is far too easy to drift, to lose the thread of ourselves in the endless scroll.

So ask yourself the question and answer it honestly. What is your tether? What is the thing that keeps you here when everything else tries to carry you away? Find it. Name it. Keep it close. Because when the storm comes, and it always does, you will need to know exactly what holds you to the ground.

In the end, grounding is not about escaping the modern world. It is about surviving it with your sense of self intact. It is about choosing, again and again, to return to what is real, even when what is real feels quieter than the noise. That choice may be small, even invisible to anyone else, but it is powerful. It is the difference between being carried along and standing firm.

Hold on to it, always.