I admit, my life looks better on the internet. Nobody knows on Facebook about my mess unless they come here to my blog. But then again, my blog posts cannot compare to the real mess I'm in either. I am still careful with what I share. I still try to make myself look good online by choosing to post what I want others to see.
And I know I am just one of the billion social media users who does that. People choose to post the best of what they have, usually coming with hashtags like #happy #perfectday #blessed and so on; while we, the onlookers of a seemingly perfect life are oblivious of the - who knows - ugly reality behind each post. Like how a perfectly filtered instagram photo looks totally better, not to mention, different from the original one. I also admit that it only takes one photo from any of my friends' humble bragging about his/her awesome life to make me feel like a loser. And I hate that sometimes it gets under my skin. Jealousy, maybe? I don't know.
But on the other hand, I know some might get offended with what I will say, but I will say it anyway. Sometimes I think people who love to share their "charmed" lives on social media have self-esteem issues. I mean, it's no wonder why people post their best selves/lives too much because they want social affirmation - that feeling of wanted to be liked. I always get this feeling that whoever posts over the top about their gloriously delightful lives or sugary posts about their relationships feels exactly the opposite. But I could be wrong.
I certainly am not anti-facebook nor anti-instagram, nor anti-internet for that matter. But I do believe that we need to snap back to reality. Step back down a little sometimes. Seeing other people's post-worthy moments will only yield envy for we see a pretty version of someone else's life compared to the one we are living right now. And it only highlights what we lack in our lives. Pretty much, it magnifies our discontentment. That's the stinging truth about it.
Either way, whether you are the one posting or the one viewing, insecurity dangles at the side. This is why I always remind myself that life is not as perfect as it seemed to be online. That I should not base my own self worth upon what I see on others.
Damn. I just remembered I've been complaining about the negative posts I see on social media, and now this - a perfect life could have been considered a positive post - and I still find myself complaining. Well, this could only mean one thing: one cannot really please everybody with whatever is shared, good or bad.
With that just said, I realized that while I am pointing the blame with my index finger directly at social media for these blatant display of seemingly perfect lives that promotes envy, three fingers are also pointing right at me. Yes, the problem is with me. All these insecurities and annoyance I feel towards the people about what they post on social media have something to do with me. I am responsible for my own reactions. Blaming social media is not helpful and so does blaming and judging others for expressing what their life is like through the lens.
Mulling over my thoughts while I am idle during my work hours brought me to a lot of realizations. I started writing this blog towards the direction of speaking against people who seem to be living under glitter even when they're not. But then it turns out that I was just wrong, selfish, and perhaps bitter after all. And it took me a few paragraphs to realize that. If there's one thing I have learned while writing this, it is the thought that the internet is what you make it, not the posts that others shared. So yes, seize the day.