I watch them hit that F5 key or tap refresh repeatedly, as if the internet owes them something new right now. No matter how many times they do it, the page rarely changes instantly. Yet, they persist, like Pavlov's dogs waiting for a treat that never quite arrives.

The irony? This behavior is fueled by impatience, but also by hope. Hope that the next refresh will reveal a new message, a new meme, or a tiny piece of unexpected joy. It’s a strange form of digital ritual, tapping their fingers on the keyboard, eyes darting to the screen, waiting.

Maybe it’s less about the content and more about the act itself — a coping mechanism to feel control in a world where everything else feels out of reach. Or maybe they just really want to catch that one tweet before it disappears.

Whatever it is, the refresh button remains their most trusted companion in the endless scroll of the internet.