Imagine walking into a massive, never-ending restaurant. It’s loud. It’s chaotic. Tables stretch infinitely in every direction, with people shouting about how *amazing* their soup is, how *life-changing* their breadsticks are, and how *everyone* needs to see this artistic drizzle of balsamic reduction on their overpriced kale. You're handed a menu the size of a phonebook, but the waiter interrupts. “Actually, we recommend *what’s trending* today,” he says, slapping down a tray of fried opinions, humblebrag tapas, and a side of trauma confit. You didn’t ask for this, but everyone at the surrounding tables is already posting five-star reviews about it. So you eat. Halfway through, a stranger at the next table leans over and says, “You’re *eating that*? Bold.” Then takes a photo of your plate, adds a sarcastic caption, and serves it to their followers for dessert. Someone across the room sees *that* post and throws a breadstick at you. The waiter applauds. Dessert is a performance. One diner lights their crème brûlée with a flamethrower while shouting “Like and subscribe!” Another one stages a breakup over molten lava cake for the algorithm. You try to leave. You *think* you’re leaving. But at the door, the maître d’ stops you and says, “Before you go — would you like to rate *yourself* based on how many strangers clapped at your entrée?” And of course, you go back the next day. Because what if they’re finally serving validation tacos?