I find an uncomfortable level of dishonesty to underlie social media. Even when influencers, blog about their “real” life, I struggle to strike a balance between understanding their identity as multifaceted and remedying the utter filtration that coincides with cultivating an online presence. Individuals are now commodities, a blurred line where monetization creeps into likes, follows, and facades. This weaponized force of joy, romantically invites us to play the game. Tempted, we accept a perception of truth that is carefully arranged to smile directly at the parts of us that crave attention.
I have always been skeptical about blogging. Entranced by this notion of public perception. I have worried about being accepted as much as the next, I am not unlike you. Self-acceptance has been 250 likes or more, the perfect photo to catch his attention, a comparison of my unique body to an architect’s creation of beautiful. I am not necessarily enthralled by social media. I think such a focus on self-branding is honorable and horrible all in one.
So, I guess my mission is this. Show some truth. Strike the balance between being consumer-driven and self-instructed –learning the placement of my values while considering the prioritization of public engagement. I am supposed to get likes and followers, that’s the assignment. Don’t get me wrong, I think I do have something to share, but I’m not sure how to get people interested in what I have to say.
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I guess this blog will be my time to learn about what that looks like. To find the brilliance in being me, rather than in a false authentic reality that is advertised for the world’s consumption. I am not a commodity, but you should probably follow me.
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