"It (Doesn't) Go Down In My Insta"
Hello again my beautiful friends. Before we begin on this new chapter I want to re-iterate the point of these blogs. It's not a cry for help, it's not to bring attention to myself, it's about sharing my experiences as a plain Jane living in Los Angeles. Take from it what you will, but I'm sharing my stories simply because I'm a storyteller eager to share the voice of the unheard.
Social media has become a platform for millions of people across the world to have a voice. It is a marketing platform that's very useful, but also very toxic. It's become a medium that allows literally anyone in the world to say whatever it is they're thinking of, (ahem like me). Social media has given us a bad case of the FOMO (fear of missing out). I don't need to give you the full breakdown on how social media has impacted our daily lives, but as a living millennial who tries to make her life look great, I've realized something very dreadful (well not like super dreadful but kinda sad). In comparison to the 'cool kid's' Instagram, mine is very different. It's not as artistic or poetic or glamorous, and I think that's the reason why I'm not more included in other accounts.
I like feeling pretty, but I don't like all the effort that goes into it. No matter who you are or what your beliefs are, a compliment is always good for the soul. However, I become more aware and self-conscious whenever I'm not included in a picture or in a snapchat. Think about it, what do you focus on when you take these kinds of photos/videos? For me, it's about the audience, whether it's genuinely sharing my experience or just trying to show my mildly exciting day. And I understand it's the same for everyone. They're marketing whatever it is they're marketing. I just have a bad case of FOMO. Call me crazy but it adds onto the feeling invisible issue.
I used to think that if I could have any super power in the world it would be to be invisible. But when I found out that I didn't need a magic cloak to be invisible, I realized it's so damn lonely and not that exciting. I guess for anyone out there who's feeling the same tragic feels I do, well then put a little more effort, find your light, smize and take your pictures loud and proud. There's no point in feeling sorry for ourselves because if you dwell on nothing, nothing will happen. Ya feel me?
Alright beauties keep your head held high and your spirits strong.
Until next time,
I write, you read, we friends.