True Love To-Go!
A few months ago, I was lurking through the blog of my former English teacher and writing mentor, and stumbled upon a post in which he discussed social media's limited time in his daily routine. While I can't say I memorized the entire entry, one particular line did stick with me, or at least, its conveyed idea.
Something along the lines of "not letting other people dictate what you do with your time". While the concept of digital slavery seems laughable, It's honestly not stretching reality in the slightest. The moment one hears that ding notifying them of a new message or media, it's often an involuntary impulse to reach straight into their pocket to investigate, assuming the phone isn't already in hand (as is often the case, based on my own observations/experience).
Sounds like rattling shackles to me.
I won't say that this realization made me delete all my social media as the writer of the article did, because I still believe it has a very functional purpose hidden beneath all the nihilist memes and social justice propaganda. Though after scrolling through my Facebook feed recently (as I do once bi-weekly at most), I was mentally prepared to smash my phone to bits. Out of frustration of course, not out of need to clean something.
Although the biggest peeve I bumped into online was Buzzfeed-induced horsecockery, I wanted to focus this entry on the fascinating specimen that is the pubescent female child. The founders of adjectives like "basic" and "extra", which have always had a positive connotation to me.
Please note I'm not at all one to profile, being the wannabe Coffee and Cigarettes persona who chooses a free-domain blog over sleep 5 days out of the week. You'll get no Starbucks and Ugg comments from me. However it'd be dense to ignore the uncanny similarities between every other post regarding the "perfect boy" or "weekend goals with bae" and the countless water drop and heart-eye emoji.
Something along the lines of "not letting other people dictate what you do with your time". While the concept of digital slavery seems laughable, It's honestly not stretching reality in the slightest. The moment one hears that ding notifying them of a new message or media, it's often an involuntary impulse to reach straight into their pocket to investigate, assuming the phone isn't already in hand (as is often the case, based on my own observations/experience).
Sounds like rattling shackles to me.
I won't say that this realization made me delete all my social media as the writer of the article did, because I still believe it has a very functional purpose hidden beneath all the nihilist memes and social justice propaganda. Though after scrolling through my Facebook feed recently (as I do once bi-weekly at most), I was mentally prepared to smash my phone to bits. Out of frustration of course, not out of need to clean something.
Although the biggest peeve I bumped into online was Buzzfeed-induced horsecockery, I wanted to focus this entry on the fascinating specimen that is the pubescent female child. The founders of adjectives like "basic" and "extra", which have always had a positive connotation to me.
Please note I'm not at all one to profile, being the wannabe Coffee and Cigarettes persona who chooses a free-domain blog over sleep 5 days out of the week. You'll get no Starbucks and Ugg comments from me. However it'd be dense to ignore the uncanny similarities between every other post regarding the "perfect boy" or "weekend goals with bae" and the countless water drop and heart-eye emoji.
It's like disillusioned romance has its own sort of fandom, and like all fandoms, its main idea is rammed into the eyes of thousands of young impressionable eyes at a time, glorifying intimacy before communication and commitment before introspection. That's quite a mouthful, I get it, but think less of all the "-tions" and more on what kind of affirmation is necessary.
I mean, we might be at a day where powdered Soyant can replace a full meal, but no amount of blogs will ever be able to replace a parent's advice.
I feel I kind of derailed with the entry, but that's the beauty of modern media. Nothing is forgotten, but everything has an "edit" button. To round up the post for now, we need to explore new ways to use media to promote, better yet glorify, self-improvement.
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