The Algorithm Wears War Paint

We didn’t evolve to scroll.

We evolved to belong.

But when the village square is infinite, curated, and algorithmically angry, something ancient gets hacked.

Tribes used to be made of proximity, shared bread, knowing glances.
Now they’re built from hashtags, outrage, and memes.

And once you’re in—really in—you stop asking questions.
You cheer when the enemy stumbles.
You retweet before you think.

Because the algorithm doesn't want nuance.
It wants certainty.
And certainty is the raw meat of tribalism.

Social media didn’t invent division.
It industrialized it.
Packaged it.
Made it feel like purpose.

But the dopamine hit of being “right” is a poor substitute for being real.
And no one wins a shouting match—just look at the comment section.

Maybe it’s time to log out and look up.
The real tribe might be closer than you think.