Torture with Razor-Sharp Questions

What's the worst kind of pain you can experience in the morning?

Monday Mornin' Sufferin'

Is it the feeling of your alarm clock screaming in your ear, like a never-ending scream of doom?

Or is it the agony of hitting the snooze button, only to realize you'll just end up back here, staring at the same wall, wondering why you're alive?

Torture by Design: The Unending Agony

Is it the sadist design of a Monday morning alarm clock that screams your name?

Or is it the agony of scrolling through social media, wondering who's having a better day?

Maybe it's just the UI of your favorite social media platform, always asking for more 'engagement'?

Or is it the endless loop of 'You have 12 unread messages', 'You have 17 new notifications'?