Now, I’m pretty much aware that this is generally a positive blog. As I know that it’s normally full of optimism and happy thoughts, but this time all Dear Readers shall have to excuse me, for hell’s breakin’ loose. But for all the good reasons.
This article is intended for all silly, empty-headed, idly wandering occupants of all social media that man has created. But unfortunately, they won’t be here to read it, because they are all so busy striking a pose for their virtual lives. What is wrong with you people? Don’t you have a life, besides posting, commenting, hating online? Like, a real life? Does it really matter how many likes you will get or how many friends you have online? It apparently does to you. Thumbs-down is all you’ll ever get from me on that one, because I really can’t get it. This is insane.
There are people whose main purpose in life is to stay online on Facebook, just so they don’t miss a post update or, God forbid, the breaking news that the Apocalypse has come. God forbid, that happened and they haven’t posted their final words or at least their will! There are people, who don’t even use their own pictures for profile pictures, and yet they have the balls to comment or even criticize someone else’s. There are people, who don’t even have their own opinion, and yet they dare flaying people who have one. There are people, who visit popular places for the sole purpose of tagging themselves. And there are people, who see nothing wrong in letting the whole world know of their love relationships, break-ups, getting back together and so on. There are also people, who wouldn’t have a meal unless they post it on Instagram first. Or tweet it on Twitter. Come on! Is that all you got?!
Posting joyful selfies, while you’re staying alone at home. Being tagged with a friend, happy, drinking at some bar. Boasting online about your last purchase of the best smartphone there ever was or how you’re planning to go to The Bahamas this Christmas. But are your friends aware of the fact that this cute selfie took about 50 self-degrading shots that you prudently deleted? Do they know that you don’t even speak to that friend, who tagged you anymore, because he or she fucked up. Do they even suspect that the meal you posted on Insta was either barely good enough for the garbage bin or you didn’t even make it on your own? And would you ever admit to yourself that considering you’re struggling to pay the rent, that picture of The Bahamas will be the closest to The Bahamas you’ll ever get.
No. Because you’re living the lie. And bragging about it. What’s more, you’re living it 24-7-365. Playing happy, while trying to deal with your own shit. Is that what you call a life? Words can’t describe how sorry I am for all of you out there.
But for the record, don’t get me wrong. I am not the average hater. I happen to be one of the billion users of all social media mentioned above. I have accounts on them all. And more often then not, I’m asking myself what to hell I’m doing there. There’s nothing new to read. There’s nothing new to learn. There’s nothing I’ve never seen before. A thousand times already. Today. All I see is people reposting somebody else’s thoughts, somebody else’s dreams, somebody else’s life. Or shit. But what about you? How many people on your Facebook friend list do you actually know? How many of them actually engaged in a real conversation with you? Had coffee or dinner with? Not many, I guess. Still, you’re patting yourself on the back so hard that you have friends. But guess what? In most cases, you don’t. How many of them will answer the phone if you need them? Provided that you have their number, of course. How many would listen to your truths, instead of gladly commenting on your lies. And no doubt, the major part of your list remembers pretty well how many times you broke up with your boyfriend or how many times your dog shit today. Do you even know what private life is? Do you even care? Nope. Not even a bit. You prefer to waste your time online to comment things you don’t really understand, to post stuff that you’ve never been through, or just hang out there. Just in case you’re needed. To hate, attack, and boost your tiny egos. Because that’s what it means to you. Social media bring purpose to your miserable life. Finding faults with someone else’s manner of writing, opinion, or social position, now that gives you a real meaning. A deep one, too. It gives you a direction. It makes you feel important, because hiding behind your profile, lets you forget about all of your own failures. At least, you imagine it to be so. That makes you feel like you can escape from your own misery. But here’s a trick. It won’t. You won’t ever find your true self hiding behind your sarcastic or offensive comments. Or posts. Or even stickers. Whatever the case may be.
There you go again. Checking your phone if something new came up. Did somebody text you? Did someone post or comment, or some topic needs your urgent involvement? Stop it! You are addicted to a world that doesn’t even exist. It’s not even real. And that addiction makes you blind. It makes you deaf. But your own sick world of earned appreciation will remain a costly illusion as long as you’re hiding behind that screen. Because the world is not in your pocket. The world is not on Facebook, Instagram, or Twitter. The world is out there, happening, while you’re missing all of it. So for heaven’s sake, turn off that phone and get a life!