They Are Not Lazy. They Are Leaving!

A generation is disappearing from the world. What I did not expect was to recognize the pull in myself.

There is a sentence you hear everywhere. You hear it from young people in Milan and Seoul and São Paulo, Cairo, and London. The sentence is always the same: “You don’t understand me. You don’t understand what I’m going through. You don’t understand what I’m suffering from.”

You hear the same words in Turkish and English and French and a dozen other languages. You hear them said quietly, and you hear them said with anger, and you hear them said with a kind of exhausted resignation that is somehow worse than either.

For most of this decade, I heard that sentence and filed it as a generational complaint. Something the young say to the old. A gap that time would eventually close.

Then, recently, I started feeling it myself.

Not a dramatic crisis. No single moment. Just a quiet, accumulating recognition that the things developing inside my mind, the ideas I was trying to express, the situations I was navigating, were not landing. People were not following.

Not because they were unintelligent, but because everyone, increasingly, is turned so far inward toward their own noise that there is little room left to genuinely receive someone else. We have built a world of radical self-centeredness dressed up as self-care, and the result is a civilization full of people who are technically connected and functionally alone.

When you stop being understood, something shifts. Slowly at first. You begin to question the value of speaking. You begin to weigh the effort of explaining yourself against the likelihood of being heard, and the calculation no longer works. And so you start withdrawing. Not dramatically. Not all at once. Just a door, closing softly, and no one noticing until it will not open anymore.

I am not happy to write this. But I would be dishonest not to. Because those two phenomena I had planned to write about as an outside observer, I have had to admit are not only out there in the world. They are creeping, quietly, into all of our lives.

Two Words. One Direction

Two phrases have entered our vocabulary in recent years, arriving from different directions but pointing at the same quiet emergency. “Bed rotting” is the newer one: a term young people coined themselves, half-joking, half-proud, describing the deliberate act of spending hours or full days in bed by choice, scrolling, consuming, avoiding, calling it self-care.

It found its home on TikTok, gathered more than two billion views, and was added to the dictionary in 2024. Roughly one in four members of Gen Z admits to practicing it. The average among them adds up to around 21 full days a year spent motionless, retreated, unreachable.

Hikikomori is the older phrase, and heavier. A Japanese term, it translates literally as “pulling inward.” It describes extreme social withdrawal, an exit from the social world that lasts not hours but months, sometimes years, sometimes for the rest of a life. Japan has approximately 1.5 million hikikomori.

A 2025 systematic review of 19 studies and 58,000 participants found a global prevalence of 8 percent. The phenomenon has been documented in South Korea, Italy, France, Brazil, the United States, Spain, India, and dozens of countries beyond. What began as a Japanese condition is now a global one. The geography no longer holds.

“When millions of young people choose to disappear, they are not making a statement about themselves. They are making a statement about the world.”

Before We Judge, We Owe Honesty

The easy response is judgment. The response of discomfort that has not been examined. “In my generation, we got up. We worked. We faced the world.” This is said with the confidence of people who do not stop to ask what world they are recommending. Before we judge, we owe honesty.

Consider what this generation was handed. They grew up inside financial crises that dismantled the stability their parents had treated as permanent. They were educated in systems designed for an economy that no longer exists and trained for jobs now being automated, all while accumulating debt for credentials of diminishing return.

They entered social life through a digital mirror that measured their worth in real time, almost every minute, publicly, relentlessly, and told them daily that they were not enough. Not attractive enough. Not productive enough. Not grateful enough for their own anxiety. They were born into a world of climate uncertainty, institutional collapse, and algorithmic domestication, and then called fragile for feeling the weight of it.

Japan’s hikikomori crisis is decades old, and researchers have consistently traced it to a culture where failure carries a shame so heavy that some young people choose not to appear in public life at all. You do not fail gently in certain societies. The cost of visibility becomes unbearable, and so some choose invisibility instead. Every culture has its own version of this dynamic. Every society has its own mechanism for making belonging feel dangerous and effort feel futile.

South Korea, with one of the world’s most pressure-saturated educational systems, reports the same withdrawal. Italy, a country famously anchored in family and community, estimates 100,000 young people living in social isolation.

The United States reports young men retreating from education, employment, and relationships at rates that researchers describe as alarming. This is not a Japanese story. It is a human story, wearing different faces in different places, but pointing in the same direction.

“The digital room is the most seductive trap we have ever built. It offers the appearance of presence while delivering the reality of absence.”

The Mathematics of Disappearance

The digital world deserves its own honest examination here. Withdrawal is not new. Every civilization has had its hermits, its dropouts, its figures who turned their backs on the demands of society and were either celebrated as mystics or condemned as failures, depending on the era. But previous withdrawals were costly. You left the world, you lost connection. The solitude was real and felt.

The digital world has changed the mathematics of disappearance. Today, you can be completely absent from life while appearing present on a screen. You can follow the movements of hundreds of people without speaking to any of them. You can receive signals of connection while feeling none of it.

A young person lying in a darkened room, phone illuminating their face, surrounded by content and notifications, is living a form of isolation that previous generations would not have recognized. Not the solitude of the desert, but the loneliness of the crowd, experienced entirely alone.

Researchers tracking advanced hikikomori note something that deserves to stop you cold. As the withdrawal deepens, even online activity fades. By the time someone has been withdrawn for a year or more, they may no longer be posting anything at all. They are simply gone.

What Institutions Built, and Forgot

Universities and educational institutions bear a particular responsibility in this conversation, and I say this as someone who has spent his life building them. We designed higher education as a pipeline to a predictable future.

When the future stopped being predictable, we kept the pipeline. We added rankings, competitive pressure, debt, and the relentless performance of aspiration, and then expressed confusion when young people began stepping off. We built systems that produce graduates but neglect humans. We optimized for credentials and forgot about belonging.

“We did not produce a generation too weak for the world. We produced a world too hard for humans.”

The Door I Am Choosing to Keep Open

Yes, institutions need to change. Universities need to stop building pressure pipelines that lead nowhere. Workplaces need to stop monetizing human endurance and calling it ambition. We need to redesign the systems that are making belonging feel dangerous and effort feel futile. All of that is true, and none of it is enough on its own.

Because here is what I have had to admit to myself, sitting with this research and with my own quiet withdrawal: the world will not fix itself before we disappear into it. And waiting for systems to change before we choose to re-engage is its own kind of bed rotting. More comfortable, perhaps. More intellectual. But the same closed door.

The sentence I keep hearing, the one that young people say in every language and every country, “you don’t understand me, you don’t understand what I’m going through,” is a sentence I have felt myself. And I think the answer to it is not only to demand to be understood.

It is also to keep trying to understand others, even when the effort feels thankless, even when the world feels too self-absorbed to receive it. The act of reaching out, even imperfectly, even awkwardly, even into silence, is itself a form of resistance.

Withdrawal is not rest. It is surrender dressed in the language of self-care. And I say this not as a judgment of anyone who has gone there, including myself, but as an honest reckoning. The room feels safe. The closed door feels reasonable. The silence feels like protection. And none of that makes it any less of a trap.

So this is what I am choosing. To write this, even when I am not sure I will be understood. To engage, even when engagement feels costly. To keep the door open, not because the world has earned it, but because closing it completely costs something I am not willing to pay.

The generation that is disappearing into darkened rooms needs better systems. They also need to see the people ahead of them choose presence anyway. Not pretending it is easy. Not performing optimism. But choosing, deliberately, to stay in the conversation.

That choice is the most human thing we have left. And it is worth making again, every single day, even when the world makes it hard.

Especially when the world makes it hard.

Prof. Bassem Khafagy , 10 April 2026

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Prof. Bassem Khafagy : An academic leader, best-seller author, award winning researcher, and strategic thinker whose work spans the United States, Europe, and the Middle East. He is currently dedicating his time to rethinking the “University” as a transformative force in society. Prof. Khafagy is the founding force behind several global academic initiatives, most notably the World Universities Foundation, WUF, World Summit on Universities, WSU, and the Re-Imagine University Newsletter & book series.

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