We cultivate in a society filled with illusions.
The illusion of luxury, of drama, of culture that we pretend to exude in hopes of seeming less shallow.
But let's not fool ourselves. Why else is social media relevant?
Not because we want "to connect" with our high school crush, but because we want to know if we're doing better or worse than him or her. And what better way to measure that than mentally rating their instagram pictures, twitter posts, and facebook activities. This inherent competition drives us forward not live up to the dogma of being "better than good enough," but rather, to be better than someone else's efforts to do the same. And while you're secretly worried that your social media stats don't measure up to Social Suzy's, she is too. So much for "a tiger does not lose sleep over the opinons of sheep," right?
Welcome ladies and gents, to this vicious, self perpetuated cycle.
It all began, once upon a time ago, in a land somewhere on planet earth [insert your location] whenever you were born [insert your DOB]. On that magical day, your soul was sold to the Devil of a society that relies on the superficiality of its own existence. It wastes no time imprinting the opinions of "sheep" in your tiny little head. Based solely on the constant comments of how "cute" or "sweet" or "darling" a baby looks, a parent subconsciously reinforces the importance of superficiality in our lives. Think about it. The first time you lay eyes on a child, you immediate rate them on a level of adorableness. And who can blame us, we have been trained to think that way since our days in utero. My point is that we have been bred as a species that focuses on the opinions of sheep.
Look, quit lying to yourself, everyone gives a fuck. I've never met anyone who truly doesn't care what people think or say about them. Maybe a couple people feign the illusion of doing so, but these are the same people also believe that sharing a Facebook picture of an African orphan with a cleft lip equals donating money to Unicef. And if they are in fact out there, they will most certainly not be writing books or handing out motivational memorabilia from their travels to Shitfree Zone or Hell or North Korea. Even so, our fresh-out-of-fuck-ers definitely care what their conscience believes of them. And since we largely reflect our environment, is our conscience not a biproduct of years of listening to the opinions and absorbing the morals of our uncles, siblings, parents, teachers, role models, etc.? Hence, when we give importance to the opinions of our neurological commander-in-chief or his cardiological counterpart/secretary of state, we take decades of nurturing into account. Right? Right? Right.
+Stay True
+S.
The illusion of luxury, of drama, of culture that we pretend to exude in hopes of seeming less shallow.
But let's not fool ourselves. Why else is social media relevant?
Not because we want "to connect" with our high school crush, but because we want to know if we're doing better or worse than him or her. And what better way to measure that than mentally rating their instagram pictures, twitter posts, and facebook activities. This inherent competition drives us forward not live up to the dogma of being "better than good enough," but rather, to be better than someone else's efforts to do the same. And while you're secretly worried that your social media stats don't measure up to Social Suzy's, she is too. So much for "a tiger does not lose sleep over the opinons of sheep," right?
Welcome ladies and gents, to this vicious, self perpetuated cycle.
It all began, once upon a time ago, in a land somewhere on planet earth [insert your location] whenever you were born [insert your DOB]. On that magical day, your soul was sold to the Devil of a society that relies on the superficiality of its own existence. It wastes no time imprinting the opinions of "sheep" in your tiny little head. Based solely on the constant comments of how "cute" or "sweet" or "darling" a baby looks, a parent subconsciously reinforces the importance of superficiality in our lives. Think about it. The first time you lay eyes on a child, you immediate rate them on a level of adorableness. And who can blame us, we have been trained to think that way since our days in utero. My point is that we have been bred as a species that focuses on the opinions of sheep.
Look, quit lying to yourself, everyone gives a fuck. I've never met anyone who truly doesn't care what people think or say about them. Maybe a couple people feign the illusion of doing so, but these are the same people also believe that sharing a Facebook picture of an African orphan with a cleft lip equals donating money to Unicef. And if they are in fact out there, they will most certainly not be writing books or handing out motivational memorabilia from their travels to Shitfree Zone or Hell or North Korea. Even so, our fresh-out-of-fuck-ers definitely care what their conscience believes of them. And since we largely reflect our environment, is our conscience not a biproduct of years of listening to the opinions and absorbing the morals of our uncles, siblings, parents, teachers, role models, etc.? Hence, when we give importance to the opinions of our neurological commander-in-chief or his cardiological counterpart/secretary of state, we take decades of nurturing into account. Right? Right? Right.
+Stay True
+S.
