No. You couldn’t exist in the internet and stay sane.
The internet is a multifaceted dischordia without objective truth. Inhabiting it would be falling through a flapping flock of a billion magazines all jumbled and screaming around you like a ransom note. An entirely new dimension is born with every Retweet. Every Like. You’re someone’s mortal enemy in one reality while in another you’ve made a stranger halfway across the world smirk, bettering her life for a fifteen second duration that she won’t remember the next day. Nothing is real. Everything is a panic. Freak out! Here’s a cookie recipe. Holy shit, our species is doomed! But look, a hedgehog in a teacup.
Look a while longer though, and you see the segregation. This is a proper insane asylum, with cells. The inmates don’t mingle. Everyone knows what ward they prefer to stay on. Their screams are heard but not heeded, and no one changes their tune. What noise! This isn’t a symphony; it’s not even a crowd in an arena shouting at the same stage. This is a shrieking, swollen swarm of rats all boiling alive together in the same bubbling cauldron of spunk and tears.
I’ll take my finite flesh years and be grateful :)