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But there’s a shadow side. The intimacy is transactional. The dopamine is measured in notifications. And after the screen goes dark, many users report a hollow ache—a reminder that parasocial relationships are not replacements for touch or community.
For the first time in months, they step outside. They call a friend. They touch grass—literal or metaphorical.
Lisa Wade, PhD