I asked myself if I was truly outraged — or just optimized.

Scroll. Like. Repost. Get outraged. But have you ever asked yourself if that outrage is really yours? Or if it was handed to you, pre-packaged, ready to go?

The article from Follow The Algorithm cracked something I thought was solid. It talks about Palestine, yes — but not the geopolitical one, rather the Palestine that floods our feeds: protests, carousels, drone footage with a sad piano soundtrack. A Palestine that’s become content. Symbol. Brand.

And while I scrolled, it hit me: It wasn’t the tragedy shaking me — it was the performance. And I was right there in it, part of a global emotional choreography dressed up as consciousness.

“Do you actually know why you care?”
“Is your anger a choice or a reflex?”
“Are you acting out of awareness or out of algorithm?”

That’s when it clicks: the fight is real — but the way we live it is compromised.

We exist in a world where every emotion risks being UX-driven, optimized for engagement, tailor-made for reels and stories. Our political identities have become an extension of our online avatars. A temporary skin. A badge. A vibe.

We’re handed a role to perform outrage. But who wrote the script? How many of our stances are truly thought out, processed, fought for? And how many are just emotional shortcuts in a timeline?

This isn’t a criticism of the Palestinian cause — that would be way too easy. It’s a criticism of the automated way we adopt causes. More aesthetic than ethical. A ready-to-wear kind of activism.

In a world addicted to immediacy, slowing down to doubt is already a revolution. Even doubting yourself. Especially yourself.

Because if your mind is the battlefield, the algorithm has already launched the attack.

Here’s the link that shattered the mirror:
https://followthealgorithm.com/were-all-pro-palestine-but-who-decided-for-us/

I’m not saying “delete the post” or “don’t share anymore.”
I’m saying: slow down. Think. Ask yourself.
Real outrage starts within — not with a click.